Orchid Show

Cattleya Drumbeat

Anne has been repeating what she had heard at school that they should move the Super bowl to Saturday, so that everyone could party and not have to worry about getting up for work the next day. As it turned out she didn’t have to worry anyway. With the day off and such a beautiful day it was, we headed over to the botanical gardens and its annual orchid show. She deployed with her brand new camera. Her old one had taken a few too many hit points. This one is heftier, has a much bigger zoom, but still fits in her pockets, which was a must. We walked the gardens after the show. Afterwards, we headed to Olio for a late lunch.

Bulbophyllum cumingll

Set in a 1930s Standard Oil gas station, its décor is eclectic. We first discovered this place while biking, but then so did everyone else. On this day, dare I say, late winter or maybe even early spring day, it was pretty empty. We saw Witch Hazel in bloom at the gardens, always one of the first harbingers of spring. The Post’s recommendation was for their King of Kings tahini humus. We ordered that, plus their Jerusalem bagel, which features a sauce of labne, zaatar and pomegranate. It was all so good that we finished this vegan day with a salad. I guess dinner’s blue cheese dressing doesn’t quite qualify as vegan. Whoops!

Matchstix Man

Matchstix Bromeliad

I took this picture on Monday. It wasn’t until Tuesday that I figured out which flower I had photographed. I didn’t just want to call it something like strange pink flower, although I have used such nondescript titles like that in the past. On Monday, I Googled without success this plants name. Yesterday, I asked two Climatron workers, who were only able to identify its family as bromeliad. Some more Googling eventually elucidated this flower’s name. Mystery solved!

Instead of going to the garden for the third day in a row, I did my normal walk or at least attempted to. While most sidewalks had been cleared, there were enough that hadn’t that I ended up mainly walking in the street. Fortunately, for a lot of the walk there was a bike lane to walk in and in the neighborhoods there wasn’t that much traffic. Maybe it was a sign of my fatigue and frustration that when I was almost home, I was disappointed to find that Ethel Walk had not been shoveled. This a public walkway that connects two streets and crosses an open storm drain. Such was my despair that when I returned home, I called up the city to complain. I was told that the city doesn’t shovel sidewalks, but I contended that this one was different, after all, it has its own street sign. Stay tuned we’ll have to wait and see where this one goes.  

Speaker Pelosi “asked” the President to consider postponing his SOTU address, because of security concerns caused by his 26 day shutdown. If he could not see reopening the government, then rather than throwing a temper tantrum, because she took his TV time away, she invited him to submit his report in writing. This to the man who only yesterday served “1000 hamberders” up on Twitter. 

Snow Swan

Snow Swan

Unlike most Saint Louis snowfalls, this one persists. After dropping Anne off at school, I headed over to the gardens to take advantage of their miles of cleared paths and got my steps. Most of the holiday decorations from the Garden Glow are still up. What with most of the staff still diverted to snow removal. The two Turtle-doves are gone, but as you can see, at least one of the seven swans is still a-swimming and likely will remain so, until the next thaw. I did notice a herd of cherry pickers out today, unstringing Xmas lights from the trees.

Exercising at the gardens is really quite pleasant. It is not at all crowded. I think that the staff outnumbers the visitors. If I get cold, I can always duck into one of the many open buildings. My favorite is the Climatron. This iconic geodesic domed greenhouse boasts more than half an acre of tropical diversion from the dreary January weather. I always walk into this building as through a fog, as the warm moist air condenses on my still cold glasses.