It's cold, people been saying it, making hay about it, FB feeds are full of it, especially the city New Yorkers. The native Minnesotan doesn't make too much of the cold, but I'm willing to point out that, here, it's cold all the time, so much so that when it is over 15 degrees F, we say it's warming. A few days ago, at a restaurant, the server said it was freezing out, and I laughed because, you know, it was 33 degrees below freezing. Freezing (32 degrees F) is warm, here. To put our coldness problem another way (cue the northern gardener eye roll), the frost free date is solidly mid-late May. That's right, May 15 or 22.
So how wonderful that I should discover a conservatory in our neighboring city, St. Paul, open to all citizens for free, or donation. It is not grand by world-class glasshouse standards, nor festooned with cutting edge design, but it is warm and humid. Wow. Such a simple pleasure. The indulgence was smile inducing.
A stream with moss-covered stone and fern.
Some tropical flowers.
Then, an extremely formal garden wing with standard forced bulbs and yet, amazing.
The light, the humidity, the warmth just what we need.
It reminds us that spring, too, happens here by conjuring its sensation.
That artifice is in our nature.
And it thrills us.
At a cost.
But do not dwell on that.
Enjoy the glass bubble.
The fish tank.
And the overpopulating Koi.
Brightly colored birds.
And be out the door by four.
On March 1, 2015 I will discontinue posting on NYCGarden. However, I will keep NYCGarden active because so many people continue enjoy my old posts via Google searches, blogger links, and word of mouth. You can continue to read my new posts at my other blog, Mound.