My word it has been a busy week. I mean, how can you ever forget the images of the inexorable tsunami as it pushed over a kilometer inland over everything in its path? My mind was polluted this morning by a video that I came across on Archie’s Archive — some mindless vapid teenager in ecstasies because her prayers were answered and God had taken the country of Japan and shook its shoulders — oh my goddess it was scary to listen to this person and shaming that she shares a genome with me.
I was going to post the final wonderful pictures from Costa Rica, paradise on earth I hope she doesn’t decided to shake there again but what are the odds it is an active volcano area on the ring of fire so
Right now it is a pretty good example of paradise.
So, at the orchid garden we didn’t just see orchids. There were other wonders of nature, such as the little tropical honey bees harvesting nectar and pollen from the ornamental banana flowers.
And the Heliconia all over the place was a feast for the senses. It almost didn’t seem like a real flower.
But that wasn’t all there was to delight your senses at this exuberant garden. We walked a path through a bamboo forest that formed the border of the garden. Through the growth we could see the neighbor’s little houses, many with chickens scratching in the yard. There were piles of huge ancient stones, shaped who knows how in the mists of the past?
There were Monstera deliciosa climbing trees and menacing the passers-by.
There were Screw pines . . .
. . . and gigantic stag horn ferns, some chest high on me . . .
Some unnamed bromeliad or whatever this amazing thing is . . .
There were many species of prayer plants growing as ground cover beneath the trees along the paths. We were absolutely enchanted by the different colors this patch was displaying. The contrast between the backs and the fronts of these leaves is spectacular.
But enough about the orchid botanical garden. It was well worth the trouble and expense to go see, and after I saw everything they had going on there, I felt that the price of admission was actually very fair, even though it didn’t actually come out of my pocket. . .
The last day I was in Costa Rica Jeri’s landlord the wonderful D. took us back over to his garden apartment complex with the pool, where I spent some very happy time in the garden annoying the mot mot who was trying to have luncheon on the ripe palm berries.
Actually, this bird was quite aware of me but not feeling particularly menaced. He carefully kept out of my reach, but I had a long time to get many terribly out of focus and blurry shots of him. After a while, he flew off. My companions, who had been watching me stalk this bird from the comfort of the ranchero, suddenly remembered there was a dove nesting in a tree farther down the hill. D. directed his gardener, R., one of the most gorgeous specimens of latin gorgeousness with brown eyes and thick black curly hair I have ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on, to show me the dove on her nest.
She thought we were terribly nosy and flew off up the hill, making a display calculated to draw any predator off, with her sham broken wing and little distressed noises. R. and I ignored her, and he gently pulled the branch down just enough that I could get a shot of what she was so vociferously protecting.
We left it all alone, and when I went back to check five minutes later, she was back on her nest, eyeing me with great suspicion. So I went off and photographed flowers instead.
So much has happened since I took those pictures and basked in that tropical sun, ate those ripe fruits, tasted the joy of friends together. I have to go back….. I have a pinkie promise…..