Winter Gardens.
Last Sunday we took the kids to the Missouri Botanical Gardens for the annual model train show. We took them because Ethan is infatuated with anything with an engine, and it's too dadgum cold to take him to the Museum of Transportation.
We paid $25 for admission and were sorely disappointed to find that it was not the marvel we expected, but rather was a smallish room filled with flowers and very few trains. Sigh. Still, we made the best of it. I wish we had more photos of Laurel, but she kept talking to strangers and it was very difficult to get photos of her without some person I've never seen in it with her. Scenes:
Ethan was dripped on by a very large overhead hanging basket. Those who know Ethan know this caused all kinds of grief and concern:
After wandering around the train room as much as we possibly could -- which took all of maybe a half-hour -- we headed upstairs to a wreath display. I thought this one was exceptionally interesting because it incorporated fungi in the design:
Ethan ran wild in the open space and discovered his reflection . . .
. . . and then joined his sister at a display case:
We grew bored of that, but still felt we had not received our money's worth, so we decided to hightail it to the other buildings in the garden which we knew would be warmer. We stopped briefly at the Linnean House which was filled with the sweet scent of camellias:
Next we visited the Climatron, which is warm and humid at all times of the year, because it houses rain forest specimens:
I thought we had a good time and would be willing to return again when it's warm, the outdoor plants are in bloom, and there is more to see. However, we likely will not return for the train show again. We felt ripped off.
Ethan had a great time, but refused to admit it. Our conversation when we got back to the car went like this:
Me: "Ethan, did you have a good time--"
Ethan (matter-of-fact): "No."
Typical.
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