I rode my bike around the fence of Huntington Gardens many times; and thru the campus of Cal Tech. (I had an Osmosis 1300.) A prof at Cal Tech called my house one day asking for me, by name. Hee hee. How many people here have had that happen? (Uh oh. Probly a lot.) He had found my baseball mitt. Even though he was Cal Techie, the fact my name and number were on it helped.
I was impressed, and for some reason scared, that the Huntington Gardens had 1) the original of a painting on mommy's wall (Blueboy and Pinkie), and 2) a lily pond in the front. There were dragonflies and waterflowers, and I'd never seen stuff growing in water, and not many dragonflies hanging around in plain sight. (Later, somewhere else, I was bitten by one, and that ended our...relationship. Until Lalique.) It scared and thrilled me in a mysterious way, like, Big Universe.
And the Succulent Garden is flat out, unashamed to say, succulent.
And in our third grade tour, I saw my first "Moonbridge", the red one, and wondered about the practicality of those orientals and their feet.
I wish I had that kind of intelligence now. |
