Missouri Botanical
On our way home from Kansas, Peter suggested we stop at the Missouri Botanical Museum. The first display was a room with eight thousand orchids, followed by a greenhouse with Camelias in bloom, then a rainforest dome, and finally an outdoors Japanese Garden.
Brilliant on Pete’s part, because after the frozen tundra of the Kansas prairie, the smell of dirt was the smell of life.
Comment by anon — February 24, 2007 @ 7:02 pm
And the orchids are pretty life-like too. I’m glad you stopped.
You know, there’s a reason people who work in the dirt with plants tend to be pretty well grounded people.
We ARE interested in the rest of the stories from the burial trip. (I e-mailed that to you, Michael, but attempts at delivery have been failing.)
Comment by Jennifer — February 24, 2007 @ 7:45 pm
Anon-no doubt.
These photos and the Niagra Falls photos have been a lovely change. I am glad you have taken your time getting back to Evansville and I hope it is all a minimal amount of unpleasantness when you settle in.
Comment by Chris — February 24, 2007 @ 8:07 pm
Private to Michael (an e-mail to you at qbl has given up after 72 or more hours of trying to get through): I’m sure she’d be very pleased to see you; call her, if you don’t have her cell number ask Matt. Don’t forget she has a car for now, so she’s not trapped on campus. (So she might have off campus plans. I think it’s much more likely that she would happen to be away if you call at the last minute than that she would intentionally disappear if you call in advance — i.e.: Call in advance if possible.)
And I still want to hear the rest about the burial trip (if there is any), but I’ve been trying to politely not hound you.
Comment by Jennifer — February 25, 2007 @ 1:33 pm
Jennifer,
All my life women have intentionally disappeared after I’ve called in advance. Why should your daughter be any different?
I could’ve gone on for another week with burial stories, but I sensed I was creeping-out the faithful. The blog stats dropped from five readers to two.
Comment by Michael — February 25, 2007 @ 4:56 pm
Because my daughter IS different. You know that.
On the burial stories … I think folks just didn’t want to hold you there in Latham any longer than you chose — in any case, count me with those interested.
Comment by Jennifer — February 25, 2007 @ 6:00 pm
And me! Don’t think that just because I don’t comment doesn’t mean I’m not interested. Sometimes I’m just busy. Wasn’t it you who told me not to emotionally invest too much into the comments? Blog for your own blogging sake!
Comment by Jen — February 26, 2007 @ 9:36 am
I did say that because I remembered the old days before the two Jen(nifers) singlehandedly revitalized the comments section. Where once we went days with zero comments, now it’s a pain in the ass trying keeping up with all the threads. (Don’t read that as a complaint)
Comment by michael — February 26, 2007 @ 1:38 pm