Kew Gardens
By the time the boy and I got to Kew Gardens last Sunday morning we were so hungry that every other question we found ourselves asking our guide was Is this one edible? Then we noticed ducks and we ran for it. I always knew carrying around a pack of HP sauce was good for something, yum. No, we almost did ‘the lawnmower’ but miraculously the tour ended right next to the Orangery so we cooked the duck there. What a magical place, like hopping from one continent to another! It’s truly amazing to see how plants adapt to the climate and geography, and even more fascinating to see how the engineers there maintain thousands of species in England’s capricious weather. I guess that was extra fascinating for me because I’ve never managed to keep a plant alive for more than a week, even a damn cactus, which you basically ignore. (Too much love I suppose <3) Anyway, in Kew you can’t help but marvel at how creative God is… well I can’t, dunno about you. So sorry for putting this together into a fat kid, there’s a little more to come and I just didn’t want the blog to end up looking too shrubby if that’s even a word.
Note: Topless girl in paisley is not me. You wish.
Thank you Frida of 247 Social for arranging the visit!
