Holding Hands

Yesterday, Mia and I walked about the Montréal Botanical Gardens, in the rain, holding hands. We ‘ooed’ and ‘aahed’ over the Japanese bonsai garden as the smell of roses, lavender and jasmine filled the air. We visited the insectarium, much to Mia’s chagrin, and got icked out by tarantulas and roaches and stick bugs. We laughed as the rain drops found their way down our necks and vowed not to forget our umbrellas three days in row. We reveled in how eight- inch beetles, with both pincers and wings, do not live in our part of the world. We tromped over bridges and through trees and finally found our way to the greenhouses. We strolled through rainforests, waterfalls and even the desert. We saw herbs and spices and many types of orchids and ferns. We longed to grow our own vanilla and mango and cinnamon. The greenhouses made me want to give the little avocado seed I am coaxing into sprouting at home a proper place to live...