The past month or so, I've really been craving to be among lush green things and longing for a change of season. That all sounds very dramatic, but really, as I write this another 8 inches of snow fell last night and it's still coming down. It's funny that the cherry blossom festival starts this week and everyone is like, "Look at our gorgeous cherry blossoms!" and points to bare, snow-covered branches.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, Peter and I had the brilliant idea to go to the botanical gardens where we could spend a few hours in warm dry deserts and steamy tropical jungles. It was amazing, and I can't believe we didn't think of it sooner.