Elizabeth Park in West Hartford, Connecticut, opened their greenhouse to the public this week, and my wife took our kids for a morning with the flowers.
As a child (and even as an adult), I can’t imagine ever enjoying a greenhouse full of flowers, but for some reason (probably the result of their mother’s influence), they had a great time. They loved looking at and smelling the flowers, and my daughter speak of them in the same way I once of Star Wars action figures and fishing lures.
I’ll never understand it, but I love it.
