Americans traveling to Europe are told to acclimate by not sleeping when your body thinks you should, but instead immediately adhere to the local time. We left Portland at 10:30 am on Tuesday January 16th. When we touched down in Paris it was 6:30 am on Wednesday the 17th. You can see the problem, somewhere in there we were supposed to have not noticed that we missed an entire night's sleep. About the time Andrew and I really wanted to be crawling into bed we instead walked the mile or so to the Jardin des Plantes...
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Of course that meant I didn't see this garden the same way I might have after a full night's sleep, but with a limited number of days on the ground sacrifices had to be made.
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This vignette right inside the gate was a nice welcome.
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Drimys winteri
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The precision of the pruning was truly mind-boggling.
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Araucaria araucana, for some reason unexpected.
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This tree is certainly given a lot of real estate, turns out it's a Japanese flowering cherry. Not my first choice for a "special" tree.
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That's more like it, Eriobotrya japonica, aka the Loquat. I needed to figure out how to get on the other side of the fence!
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And I did! Things are a little less formal and a little more "planty" over here.
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Cestrum parqui (aka Chilean Jasmine, Willow-Leaved Jasmine, Green Cestrum)
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This segmented pond thing was repeated over and over. I absolutely love it.
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Garrya elliptica
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Tetrapanax papyrifer
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Trying to bloom, just like back at home.
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Google translate says: "DANGER Deep pools. You are required to stay at the edge of pools. If ice formation is absolutely forbidden to walk there. Risk of rupture"
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Well they don't look all that deep...
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Arbutus unedo (aka the strawberry tree)...
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Getting ever closer to those dramatic glass houses...
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It was quite chilly outside. The promise of warmth was calling. Loudly.
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Melianthus, of course.
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Gingers, looking quite regal in their demise.
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Beschorneria yuccoides
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Acacia dealbata, I presume?
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And now, time to enter the glass houses...
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So warm!
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I could really curl up here and take a long nap.
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My sign photography says Le Palmier Bambou (Rhapis excelsa).
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But I don't think that's right.
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Hoffmannia ghiesbreghtii
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I think I'm in love.
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And Bromeliads growing on the branches of a tree, that's pretty much my dream garden right there...
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Attention. We are no longer in the USA. It is assumed that people have the emotional and physical wherewithal to cross something like this with out breaking their neck and suing. How refreshing.
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Blechnum brasiliense
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Angiopteris lygodiifolia
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Palmier queue-de-poisson (Caryota mitis)
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I almost missed the desert addition, can you imagine? Oh the horror!
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Agave tequilana, which I could have sworn I saw growing outside, in the garden. In fact when emailing with Gerhard (Succulents And More) later I told him I'd seen it growing outdoors. Jet-lag can play with one's mind.
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Back outside and ready to admit we were pretty much the walking dead. It was all we could do to think of making it back to the hotel, showering and getting a bit to eat before crashing, head first, into our pillows.
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Heading out of the garden I looked down on what had to be the Alpine Garden. A little bit of my heart broke because I didn't have the energy to go check it out. As luck would have it I later found out the Alpine Garden was closed when we were there. Oh thank god! My exhaustion didn't cost me a visit.
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Weather Diary, March 7: Hi 59, Low 34/ Precip 0
All material © 2009-2018 by Loree Bohl for danger garden— The Danger Garden. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited and just plain rude.
Of course that meant I didn't see this garden the same way I might have after a full night's sleep, but with a limited number of days on the ground sacrifices had to be made.
This vignette right inside the gate was a nice welcome.
Drimys winteri
The precision of the pruning was truly mind-boggling.
Araucaria araucana, for some reason unexpected.
This tree is certainly given a lot of real estate, turns out it's a Japanese flowering cherry. Not my first choice for a "special" tree.
That's more like it, Eriobotrya japonica, aka the Loquat. I needed to figure out how to get on the other side of the fence!
And I did! Things are a little less formal and a little more "planty" over here.
Cestrum parqui (aka Chilean Jasmine, Willow-Leaved Jasmine, Green Cestrum)
This segmented pond thing was repeated over and over. I absolutely love it.
Garrya elliptica
Tetrapanax papyrifer
Trying to bloom, just like back at home.
Google translate says: "DANGER Deep pools. You are required to stay at the edge of pools. If ice formation is absolutely forbidden to walk there. Risk of rupture"
Well they don't look all that deep...
Arbutus unedo (aka the strawberry tree)...
Getting ever closer to those dramatic glass houses...
It was quite chilly outside. The promise of warmth was calling. Loudly.
Melianthus, of course.
Gingers, looking quite regal in their demise.
Beschorneria yuccoides
Acacia dealbata, I presume?
And now, time to enter the glass houses...
So warm!
I could really curl up here and take a long nap.
My sign photography says Le Palmier Bambou (Rhapis excelsa).
But I don't think that's right.
Hoffmannia ghiesbreghtii
I think I'm in love.
And Bromeliads growing on the branches of a tree, that's pretty much my dream garden right there...
Attention. We are no longer in the USA. It is assumed that people have the emotional and physical wherewithal to cross something like this with out breaking their neck and suing. How refreshing.
Blechnum brasiliense
Angiopteris lygodiifolia
Palmier queue-de-poisson (Caryota mitis)
I almost missed the desert addition, can you imagine? Oh the horror!
Agave tequilana, which I could have sworn I saw growing outside, in the garden. In fact when emailing with Gerhard (Succulents And More) later I told him I'd seen it growing outdoors. Jet-lag can play with one's mind.
Back outside and ready to admit we were pretty much the walking dead. It was all we could do to think of making it back to the hotel, showering and getting a bit to eat before crashing, head first, into our pillows.
Heading out of the garden I looked down on what had to be the Alpine Garden. A little bit of my heart broke because I didn't have the energy to go check it out. As luck would have it I later found out the Alpine Garden was closed when we were there. Oh thank god! My exhaustion didn't cost me a visit.
Weather Diary, March 7: Hi 59, Low 34/ Precip 0
All material © 2009-2018 by Loree Bohl for danger garden— The Danger Garden. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited and just plain rude.