We curve to and fro reading about winged animals called Smews and Mergansers. Finally I see it. The white beauty of it. My favorite place at any zoo – THE CONSERVATORY. Hands stinging from hours in the chilly February air, we swing open the door breathing the warm water-filled air. I wish my house smelled this way. Andre says, “Yes, I love that dirt-after-the-rain smell!”
I think of the dollars spent on those ugly plastic air-fresheners. When all I want is this, this smell of Earth.
We explore amazed by the symmetry of a Cycad and just breathe.