I went to the Garfield Park Conservatory for one more peek of the Niki
in the Garden exhibit before it closed. It was dark, around 7pm. The
Master Gardeners annual award meeting was being held in one of the
banquet rooms. By day the sculptures sparkled, but at night they
became mythical, mystical figures holding guard. Huge ferns, palms and
other lush plants towered overhead as robust Nulas danced in the
Sweet Pea was relieved. In years past I would drag her to these meetings. When you aren't married, your family lives in another city, friends are busy, and a babysitter costs $10 an hour, one has little choice but to occasionally bore the heck out their kid. But last night, well last night I think she missed something special.
She missed the magic of the exhibition as it twinkled in the twilight and she missed live opera. Yes, we gardeners are a creative lot. One of the newest members is an opera singer with the Lyric Opera. He had a friend from the Met in New York join him in a series of songs based on plants, gardening and Nature herself. If you happen to remember a posting from a few months back, then you know I love opera. My first taste of it is what set me on the path I have chosen. So imagine- live opera AND Niki de Sainte Phalle's work in one place. Now add a gardening friend who brings you rare heirloom apples and bags full of different flowers for the dye pot.....I was on happy overload.