A week in St. Louis flew by. Fleeting impressions of our moments in Missouri:
Meeting our good friends and traveling companions, and staying at an old Victorian B&B next to Lafayette Park: comfortable, warm, welcoming.
A Cardinals game at Busch Stadium, won in the bottom of the ninth on a spectacular bases loaded hit: exciting, jump up and down thrilling.
The arch: did you know you can take a claustrophobic sealed tram car up to the top and scan the mighty mighty Mississippi from 630 feet in the air at the top of the arch? Did you know it sways in the wind??
The expedition: Lewis and Clark and their party of explorers departed on May 14, 1804 from the very spot we stood on at the confluence of the Missouri and the Mississippi rivers, right there, right where we stood: awesome, historic, impressive.
The garden: that's what we really came to see. That's what you garden bloggers want to know about. That's where I spent three full days of our Missouri getaway, and enjoyed every moment: beautifully laid out, well tended, rich with plants and garden delights.
I'll post more about the Missouri Botanical Garden in the future, but for now, in keeping with my desperate attempt to capture all the Missouri moments that are racing around in my memory and in my photo editor, here are some random impressions of MoBot:
Flashes of color from the wild Dale Chihuly glass sculptures were echoed in the crazy exuberance of irises of every kind and color, planted in impressionistic masses.
For all the color and splash, there were many quiet groves and places to hide. My favorite was the sassafras woods, a natural grove growing where Henry Shaw built his home in 1866 with its Victorian turret, and established the garden, naming the area Tower Grove. Shaw is buried here in a stone mausoleum hidden in the sassafras trees. I want to be buried in a sassafras grove.
There were other quiet spaces too -- an English woodland garden, a grand sublime Japanese garden, a tiny enclosed Chinese garden, a bird garden with viburnums everywhere, flowering and getting ready to set berries. Even a moss garden, entirely given over to soft, shady, fuzzy groundcovering moss.
I want to tell you more, especially about the educational aspects, the home gardening exhibits, the way the garden flowed and the ease of getting around its 79 acres. And specific plants that called to me and posed for pictures and strutted their stuff. That's coming.
For now, I have laundry to do, I still need to unpack, and my photos are disordered. I'll leave you with this, from the beautiful garden space dedicated to George Washington Carver: