They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So today’s post will speak for itself. I snapped these photos during a recent morning at the Missouri Botanical Garden—one of the nation’s premier botanical sites. My friend, Lucy, (the plant whisperer) was in town. She had never been to Shaw’s Garden (as it was originally called), so we set out to remedy that omission.
We arrived at the Garden early on Wednesday, thinking we’d beat the heat and horticulturists. We failed at both. While I daubed sun screen on my face, I neglected to cap my head. For the first time in my life, I got sunburn on my scalp.
Garden members receive an annual remembrance for their support, usually an umbrella or tote bag. This year the choice was between a floral umbrella or insulated cup with the Garden logo. When I last made an umbrella inventory, I discovered that my car, condo, and farm are well stocked with rain gear, so I went for the cup. My gift card had expired during the COVID years, but the clerk happily honored it anyway.
More on the Way
The Gift Shop is greatly reduced in size temporarily while the $100 million Jack C. Taylor Visitors’ Center is under construction. The grand opening will take place in late summer and the final phase of work will be completed before the end of the year. Look for a classy, glassy interior with a cafe, much-expanded gift shop, education space, and auditorium.
The Booming Blossoms
There are more than 200 known species of Iris. One look at the flower beds and you’ll think have them all. The name Iris comes from the Greek goddess of Rainbows. Historically, the colors have meaning: yellow represents grace; white (love); purple (wisdom); and blue (hope and faith). The flower was portrayed centuries ago on the flag of French royalty as the fleur de lis.
The colorful Iris were in full bloom and currently the biggest attraction. But the hosta beds showed off their many sizes, shapes, and shades, as well. My favorite, year round, is the serene Japanese Garden. How therapeutic it would be to read a book while seated on one of the benches in a secluded cove overlooking a babbling brook.