Our annual visit to the NYBG for the Orchid Show, which finished here about a week ago.
‘But, Mom! It’s the same orchids every year!’, said Justin.
Well, true, but they have different arrangements and exhibits, I told him. He didn’t mind going, and he only reminded me of the time about six times during our visit.
Since we were there early, we decided we would take a tram tour around the garden.
Waiting for the tram
The magnolia trees were heavy with the flowers, the branches sagging down to the ground. And I saw this darker shade of pink or fucshia? magnolias that I hadn’t seen before. Too bad I couldn’t get closer.
A baby owl. If it’s that big already, wonder what the full-grown size is going to be?
It was a nice day, and a nice ride.
I’m already making plans to go back in June, when the roses are out