Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Festival of Flowers

By Ian Kleine

My friend forced me to go to one.

She had a knack for plants, spouting off random names here and there while pointing what genus and species this one was over the other. It was crazy, if not for the fact there were others like her in the same grounds.

A flower festival is a fair for horticulturists and either a dream or a nightmare for botanists. Contrary to popular belief, it's not all about flowers. There are ferns too, and shrubbery, some topiary here and there, and a few garden ornaments like a fountain or a flamingo. The Japanese bamboo fountain in our backyard; yep, I bought it at the same flower fair.

There were lots of plants, mostly orchids. The variety that grows in rotting wood, driftwood, pots and eggshells. I chanced upon some carnivorous plants, which were locally from the mountain. They must have carried it along with the orchids. There was this nice pitcher plant that had a nice red and green toning on it. I so wanted one for the flies hanging out in the corner of my yard.

That afternoon, there was a seminar regarding proper plant care and advanced techniques for ornamental plants. They even had a bonsai-trimming demo which was rather uneventful. A random bird swooped downwards, surprising the person on stage. The shears had cut through the dwarf tree. I was surprised at the collective gasp from everyone around me. Felt like the odd man out not to react at the graveness of the situation.

We left around six o'clock. Me, with the bamboo fountain in a basket on one hand, and the pitcher plant tucked securely in my arm. She didn't even buy one for herself. Ironic.

Perhaps, maybe next year, I could go by my lonesome and see what other things I would buy. - 16887

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