When winter clings cold and windy here in Oklahoma and the flowerbeds are resting, I find flowers wherever I may. This weekend we went to the Myriad Gardens in Oklahoma City. Inside the huge glass cylindrical greenhouse palm trees grow. Birds fly about. A bright green parrot sits and watches us. Lizards skitter here and there. Dates cling in clusters from one tree. Orangey starfruit, limes and grapefruits hang in trees, Orchids sprout from tree trunks.
A macadamia tree held no nuts at this time of year, a yellow cuplike fruit was ripe, limes, and starfruit (Carambola), and dates grow there. Waterfalls thunder and the sound is exciting.
There are three stories The last passes through cactus and heat happy places. A bridge tranverses the treetops and we look down on the fruits and flowers and leaves that in a jungle only birds and monkeys might spy.
The sun streaming through the windows warmed the space until even a sweater was unneeded and I thought this was a good choice on such a windy cold day. I didn’t spot an igguana or a tarantula in among the trees and flowers. I felt the spray from a waterfall aside my face and I leaned over the rail to take a photo of a beautiful white blossom nestled in a treetop.
The floor of the greenhouse was stone and the places where things could grow were filled with plants. One wall boasted an array of different orchids.
I love the textures and shapes in the gardens––the colors and the sounds, the movement like dance. A cactus is strung with deep pink balloon shaped flowers, Leaves hang like feathers and some wave like giant plumes. Soft yellow petals swirl. Thorns jut from stems and bark of trees. Leaves flutter like a shimmery fabric strewn with pearls.
Bright pinks and oranges in singular startling shapes like the red lobster claw flower startle the imagination. We walk in a desert heat and then pass under a waterfall and feel the cooling spray. Lillies, ferns, anthrium, and elephant ears, bromeliads, and bird of paradise are everywhere mingled with Orchids. Peace lilies are wonderful specimens.
No flowers and plants out in your flowerbeds? Find an indoor garden near you and spend an afternoon dreaming of spring ahead.
What’s Good About Home! 
Lovey.
When I am down, my garden is where I get to. Always always makes me happy. Digging in the dirt or pulling weeds, it’s fuel for the soul.
Sue
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Thanks Sue. Time in the garden is invaluable.
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