Yesterday we went to California to enjoy the sunshine. Just kidding. We went to the Como Park Zoo and Conservatory and pretended it was summer. I scoffed at the young girls wearing skirts without tights when we first walked in. But after about 5 minutes I was feeling pretty silly and gross, as I peeled off as many layers as I could.
Iggy was thoroughly confused.
See that tree in the top left? That's a fig tree. My parents used to have three of those. Plus two apricot trees, a plum tree, and they still have a lime tree and a kumquat tree. And I think there used to be an apple tree that was just annoying so they got rid of it. Is that how the story goes, mom?
Growing up I was blissfully ignorant of the rest of the deprived country. When I wanted a lime for my mango (please do not say this is gross, it is not. It is delicious), I just went outside and got a couple and the heavens opened and the angels sang.
Our trees had so much fruit, often times a lot of it just went bad or birds ate it. But there was always plenty more. I didn't understand it then… but I lived in a little paradise. When we walked by that fig tree my heart skipped a beat. That recognizable tree, with its pale gray bark and wide scratchy leaves… well it takes me back to late afternoons in the summer. My parents tired from working in their garden all day. My dad having just finished sweeping up all of the weeds and mown grass starts watering the lawn and that heavenly smell of fresh cut grass and wet pavement is wafting through the neighborhood. That scent always makes me homesick.
(I don't even know what's going on with this guy. Just chillin' in a basket, I guess)
Isn't this sight just a little sad? Like, Bio-Dome or something.
I'm teasing though… I'm so glad we have access to this. To feel a little warm during these long winter months. To be excited about the spring that's coming.
Yeah, I think so.
(Can you spot the sloth?)