Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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big bugs

Today we went to the Dallas Arboretum. On the way, we ate flame-grilled chicken at Pollo Fiesta, which always satisfies. The Arboretum sits adjacent to White Rock Lake, a pleasing large urban park. Although the arboretum parking lot proved nearly full, the gardens themselves felt spacious and open.

Today the "Fall Blooms" displays featured some 30,000 mums. During my high school days, I loved chrysanthemums. As I got older, I came to experience less fancy for their "quick to look a bit battleworn in the rain or heat" look. But now I find them delightful once again.

The arboretum features another special exhibit, titled "Big Bugs". They got a sculptor from Long Island to make person-size insects from some appropriate woodsy material. The praying mantis and dragonfly give off a pleasing bugginess, while the army of giant ants marching up a hill, complete with "please don't sit on the ant" signs, provides simple delight.High school students personned booths featuring live insects in aquarium-sized spaces. I told the young woman with the Madagascar Hissing Cockroach that her volunteer work provided the most value, because what anecdote on Monday could exceed the tale of being the hissing cockroach keeper.

The Arboretum erected a new visitor building since our last visit. It really adds to the ambience of the place. I loved watching all the toddlers and parents wandering the space, as well as the little hidden nook we passed in which a couple lounged in the sun, far from the madding crowd.

I alternated between watching the Cowboy football game on television and reading more snippets from an encyclopedia of tropical fish. Then we decided to take our more mobile dog on a neighborhood walk.I spotted a kestrel flying above the houses. We passed by girls on bicycles who complimented the cuteness factor for our attack lhasa. A man installed an inflatable witch as we passed. The kids showed us a squirrel perched amid bees, high in a cottonwood tree. We wondered if the bees stung the squirrel.
I read a few pages by Olivia Judson about rotifer reproduction, and longed for a cold diet root beer.
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