The last two weeks have been crazed. I haven’t had time to cook, so my refrigerator became a wasteland of half-empty takeout containers. Pad thai, oversized salads, and halves of halves of sandwiches littered the shelves, each one a sign that I needed to stay away from my computer and email and everything else this weekend. It was time to escape to a glass conservatory full of flowers in the Bronx.
I woke up early on Saturday morning for a solo journey to the New York Botanical Gardens. It was the second-to-last weekend of their annual Orchid Show, known for its towering displays and hundreds of varieties of flowers. Prime example:
The conservatory was full of thousands of other plants in different habitats. Humid rainforests led to deserts which led to strange underground bunker walkways.
I almost bought an orchid at the garden store, but thought better of it. It would last about a month on my dining table. Instead, I brought this little guy home. Much more fitting.