I usually end up at the Seymour Conservatory in Wright Park in Tacoma, Washington, at some point every January. For all that our forests are primarily evergreen, and for all that our grass stays green even through our relatively infrequent cold snaps, I get hungry for color this time of year.
When I lived in the Midwest, I used to know the location of every greenhouse or conservatory in a hundred-mile radius, and spend most January and February weekends visiting them. There is nothing more depressing, in my book, than brown grass, leafless trees, and cold, cold weather for weeks on end. Which is a primary reason why I no longer live in the Midwest (there are many others, but I won’t get into them here).
But still. It is January, even here in western Washington, and our highs have been in the 30s and lows close to 20 for the last week, so I decided to go to the conservatory.
Seymour Conservatory celebrated its 100th anniversary a few years ago. It’s a classic Victorian-style glass greenhouse, and after they take down the Christmas poinsettias, etc., every year, they pull out the cyclamen and primroses (why does no one ever mention how good primroses smell?). Add in the orchids and Christmas cactus and hibiscus, and all the greenery, and it is the perfect antidote to winter.
I might make it to spring now. Esp. since my hellebores are budding in spite of the weather, and my crocus are sprouting!
That last photo is a complete non sequitur — the cat’s still in the bag [g].