It had been a week since I’d visited my favorite place, Bok Tower Gardens. Puttering in my own garden wasn’t enough. I needed to walk in nature too. On the way to the grocery, I took a side trip to the public garden, handed over my membership card at the front gate and parked beneath the shade of a live oak. The early morning was heavy with humidity from the much needed rain the previous day. I brought along my butterfly book, water and iPhone
As I walked under the arch with the quote, “Make you the world a bit better or more beautiful because you have lived in it,” I pondered my own life. This quote had been a part of the gardens since it opened in 1928. As a child, I read it in various locations every time my family and I visited. Perhaps it influenced my lifelong love of gardening, especially flowers. Or maybe I’m drawn to this place because I have the same philosophy. I just knew I was happy to be in the midst of the beauty this garden offered. I continued along the walkway outside the visitor center, paused to enjoy the blossoms picked and identified by volunteers. My head bent, I inhaled the heady aroma of the gardenias, one of my favorite flowers. That day I felt I needed to forgo formal gardens and walk among the native plants.
Just past the Pollinator Garden, I entered the large oval, my first intersection. I checked my inner voice for direction. It led me left, toward the Southern Magnolia. Fragrance once again pulled me forward. Ahead I saw Gulf Fritllary butterflies as they flitted about above the native purple passion flower vine, aka maypop, Passiflora incarnata. I looked under the leaves with holes eaten hoping to find a caterpillar, bright orange with black spines, without success. The adults, however, gifted me with opportunities to photograph them.
On the edge of the Wild Garden I heard the “Chee-wink” call of an Eastern Towhee. As I searched nearby trees I found the less colorful female perched on the limb of a sumac, the male furiously vying for her attention. My wanderings led me into the nearby bog where carnivorous pitcher plants fed on hapless flies and ants. A native milkweed bloomed among the native grasses, the leaves a larval food for the Monarch Butterfly.progeny.
Pine Ridge Nature Trail, returned to the formal gardens via the Edible Garden.Finishing out my hour in nature, I walked the gravel section of the
My spirit renewed and a little damp with perspiration, I paused to drink water from my day pack, and turned back toward my car.
Parked under a strip mall parking lot tree, the prospect of my errands seemed lighter and my smile brighter as I gathered my reusable bags, and entered the local Publix grocery, where “shopping is always a pleasure”, especially after a visit to the garden.