So we roamed.
They have a bridge that soars through the canopies of trees, twisting and turning, so we walked along that first. At one point, I removed my sunglasses, and placed them on the bill of my ballcap so i could take a picture. Then I decided to look over the edge of the bridge, and gasped a little as i saw my sunglasses tumbling down into the flora some forty feet below.
I have a habit of doing this. Years back, while visiting the Vizcaya Mansion in Miami with Carols, we stood at the doorway of one of the bedrooms. There was a Plexiglas half-wall to keep you from entering the room, but I wanted Carlos to see something. I pointed at it; he said, "Where?" I pointed again, he said "Where?" I pointed a third time and sent my sunglasses sailing into the room. "Right by my sunglasses," I said.
We finished our hike across the canopy bridge and wound down beneath it, and I began to look for the spot where my glasses had fallen. it was much further down a trail that was closed. Had I paid more than a few bucks for those glasses i might have jumped the fence and hiked the trail, but I didn't. I kind of like the idea of a forest creature wandering the woods in my blue shades.
So the tour went on.
|The Japanese Garden|
|Me likee the whimsy|
|Not at all real|
|In the Orchid House|
|An orchid that looks like a Chihuly Chandelier|
|We have these same p,lants in our garden but these colors are glorious|
|Entirely real. Quail are used in the greenhouses to keep the bugs down|
|Even without vibrant color, some of the plants are gorgeous|
|Mother Nature ia amazing|
|Not an orchid, but a real Chihuly Chandelier|