This is my favorite place in the city.
There's a bridge in the back of Garfield Park Conservatory where you walk through a lovely pond filled with water lilies and cattails and fish. I went there a month or so ago and sat myself on the bridge while the sun went down. When it got too cold, I went to the Palm House and walked around in its near-tropical warmth.
The conservatory is hard to describe. Part of me hates how planned and planted it is - it goes against all my ideas of nature and wild and forest. But there is part of me that has learned to appreciate its carefully planned elegance, foreign though that may be to my life before Chicago.
In any case, it's green and it smells like dirt and leaves. That's real enough for me.
There's a bridge in the back of Garfield Park Conservatory where you walk through a lovely pond filled with water lilies and cattails and fish. I went there a month or so ago and sat myself on the bridge while the sun went down. When it got too cold, I went to the Palm House and walked around in its near-tropical warmth.
The conservatory is hard to describe. Part of me hates how planned and planted it is - it goes against all my ideas of nature and wild and forest. But there is part of me that has learned to appreciate its carefully planned elegance, foreign though that may be to my life before Chicago.
In any case, it's green and it smells like dirt and leaves. That's real enough for me.
2 comments:
Happy Thanksgiving! I'm thankful for you!
Much love--
i think i'm dyslexic, because i thought the title said "garfield park controversy" so i was confused for awhile. but i'm glad you have a place like this.
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