We were driving to Tower Grove Park for the second day in a row, when a thought popped into my head, “Why not go to the Garden instead?” After a last-minute course correction, we turned off into the parking lot of this adjoining greenspace. We were early, the Garden doesn’t open until nine, but people were already gathering. It turns out that on Wednesday mornings the Garden admits for free any St. Louis City or County resident. Normally, there is an admission fee or as in our case, as members, an annual membership fee. It was another gorgeous morning and as the opening moment arrived a Garden employee came out to organize the throng. Her efforts put us at the head of the line. First in line, we were soon chased inside by an army of moms pushing strollers and their children. Stopping momentarily to smell the roses, we were soon engulfed by this racing parade of strollers. We must have looked both dazed and confused, because one young mom yelled back to us, as she ran past us, “We’re all heading to the Children’s Garden to get tickets there before they sell out. It’s like the Hunger Games!” Note to self, don’t go to the Garden on Wednesday mornings. We chose a path less traveled and enjoyed a lovely visit at the Gardens.
This summer’s show is entitled, Origami in the Garden. It features metal statues that were fashioned to look like folded paper. Above, is the Garden’s video advert for this show. I’ve linked to it on Vimeo. It features lots of nice drone work, which I am so jealous of, because the Garden doesn’t normally permit drone flying. While touring the Garden we also occasionally ran across one young woman, wearing the Garden’s uniform, who job it appeared was to photograph the Garden. Good work if you can find it. Anne wanted to ask her how she finds new things to photograph every day, but we never did. The Origami show’s signature piece is this tower of white cranes called Master Peace. Legend has it that if you fold 1,000 cranes in a single year, you will be granted a wish. Many people undertake this paper-folding pilgrimage in an effort to master peace. There are 500 cranes in the pictured tower, but if you include their reflection, you have a grand.
Spring has sprung and I offer you two different plant’s schemas for reproduction. The left pictured magnolia blossom in only one of millions on thousands of trees that have popped over the last week here in town. Counterpoint to that flower, I offer up the Seedbox. Created last season it too stands ready to procreate this spring. As its name implies, the Seedbox has a almost perfect hexahedron shape, like dice, except that it only rolls snake eyes. I opened one and the individual seeds were nicely packed within, like you would expect flowers to be arranged in a box. The Seedbox photo is from our visit to the gardens on Friday, where they always have some most unusual plants. The magnolia blossom photo was taken Sunday in Tower Grove Park, which was very crowded. It was such a nice day. We exchanged texts with the kids that day, who were out-and-about on our respective Sunday excursions.
Yesterday, we went to the gardens and found this garter snake in the grass. We played pestering paparazzi with it until it gave up its photo and then we left the poor thing alone. There were more flowers in bloom this week than last. The magnolias were in fine fettle.
Dan and Britt called while we were at the gardens. They have found a new apartment that they like. It’s in Brooklyn, in East Williamsburg also-known-as West Bushwick. So, a better neighborhood than where they are now. It is in a new building, but if they score the place, it will be a five story walkup. An opportunity for some exercise. It is a little smaller than their current apartment and a little more expensive, but it has a covered balcony with an excellent view, with no tall building to obstruct the view.
Anne got her hair cut this morning. I waited in the car and waited and waited. Afterwards we walked in Forest Park. It was still a little chilly, but on this first day of spring, people were acting like and dressing like it was much warmer than it was. It is supposed to hit sixty later today. Time for some gardening.
Another day, another first in a year—my first haircut in a year. I went to Great Clips, the chain that had a super-spreader event here in Missouri at the beginning of the pandemic—not the one that I went to, that one was in Joplin. They have Covid protocols now, including mask wearing. My hair stylist had a Russian accent. We talked vaccinations first. I told her that I had drove to Columbia to get mine. This took our conversation on to the subject of travel. Turns out that we both had visited Michigan last summer. It feels good not to have Covid hair anymore. Anne’s going to get her hair cut tomorrow, but at a local shop that she even visited while we were quarantining. Her Covid hair was bothering her more than mine. This afternoon, we will visit the gardens again.