Maybe this is a lousy autumn, or maybe my tolerance for light starvation is ebbing as I age, but I seem to be working up an early case of Seasonal Affective Disorder, inflicting dark moods on my loved ones in a rhythm that echoes that of the storms and rain.
One palliative is to look at birds and flowers. This can be accomplished near my place in Vancouver with a visit to the Bloedel Floral Conservatory. It nestles at the summit of a big hill called Little Mountain, geodesic among the evergreens, which is to say totally Riven-esque when you see it from below. This dome detail’s background may help you understand why I’ve been feeling grey.
When you step inside, you’re instantly warm. It’s packed, jam-packed, with greenery and flowers and birds, also a pretty impressive koi-pond. The blossoms are a treat for color-starved eyes; here we have an orchid, a poinsettia, and, um, something yellow.
There are also many birds. The stars of the show are the large, brilliant-hued parrots, but I sort of prefer teeny feathered jewels like this guy.
And when we came out, there were some sunbeams inhabiting the view northeast across Vancouver.