Last Thursday afternoon, suitably "buoyed" by Newt Gingrich's speech, Lorin, Neil and I headed out to visit Hartman Prehistoric Garden, part of the Zilker Botanical Gardens. The directions I was given by the concierge weren't quite accurate (despite them being from Google Maps rather than Mapquest), but we did get a nice detour to the Austin Nature and Science Center, which has a pretty sweet comparative anatomy collection, even if the Dino Pit erroneously has a pterosaur on one of its logos (although it could be worse - this morning I was looking for dinosaur wallpaper to download onto my new phone, and made the shocking discovery that T-Mobile consider ammonites to be dinosaurs...).
Anyway, it was very hot, but plenty of shady bits. And while Neil and Lorin complained about having worn jeans rather than shorts, at least it made their return journey on the black leather seats of the Pontiac a little more enjoyable. I reckon the best thing I can do is to just post the best of the photos (Neil and Lorin, I'll e-mail them all to you):
I'm really glad we went - it was a very well done garden. I could have spent ages and ages there, probably sitting with my camera trying to photograph the tiniest fronds and leaves. All my own leaf babies have survived without me for two weeks and are looking altogether far too happy (well, my Washingtonia robusta is not looking overly robust). This weekend I have an appointment with a roll of plant fleece, and the Wollemia nobilis has to come inside. I just hope we can find somewhere for it where it won't get in the way of my bonfire party next weekend.
Anyway, it was very hot, but plenty of shady bits. And while Neil and Lorin complained about having worn jeans rather than shorts, at least it made their return journey on the black leather seats of the Pontiac a little more enjoyable. I reckon the best thing I can do is to just post the best of the photos (Neil and Lorin, I'll e-mail them all to you):
I'm really glad we went - it was a very well done garden. I could have spent ages and ages there, probably sitting with my camera trying to photograph the tiniest fronds and leaves. All my own leaf babies have survived without me for two weeks and are looking altogether far too happy (well, my Washingtonia robusta is not looking overly robust). This weekend I have an appointment with a roll of plant fleece, and the Wollemia nobilis has to come inside. I just hope we can find somewhere for it where it won't get in the way of my bonfire party next weekend.
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