Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Gardens and side effects If you’ve never driven up to Memphis and cruised the Memphis Botanical Gardens, you sure need to! As
99 percent of us are aware, last week was spring break. The girls opted
not to go anywhere as their favorite hotel in Hot Springs, Ark., was
booked solid. So was the other hotel that they like, so... Thursday,
my day off, we had planned to go to the Memphis Zoo. Dana, my
granddaughter’s mom (and incidentally my daughter), had to work, which
was good, as she doesn’t enjoy the zoo much anymore. I still love it,
so it worked out well...until we got to Memphis anyway. The entrance we
normally go in had a “lot closed” sign and a traffic guy standing there
waving folks away. I drove around to the other
side, on Poplar Avenue, and there was a policeman there, waving traffic
away. He told us people were parking in the neighborhoods and walking
in. People were parking four and five blocks
away! I had horrible visions of packed crowds and the other tourists
getting all in my way, so we drove “down Memory Lane” a while until we
could decide what to do. I love Memory Lane, but
I don’t think the girls enjoyed it as much as I did. My old apartment
building had been torn down, as had the rest of the neighborhood, and
rebuilt into modern condos, etc. Really cute, but not even close to
what I remember. We ate at Huey’s and Mere came up with the idea of visiting the botanical gardens. It was a great idea!  | | Flower “beds” |
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think my favorite part was a new section they’re still working on —
flower beds. What made these beds special was that actual beds were
buried in the dirt and filled with bright flowers. After
we’d wandered around the children’s gardens a bit, I discovered that
between my leftover bronchitis and the new medicine I’d been taking for
my swollen brain/eyeball, I was exhausted and couldn’t breathe. Remy
wanted to play around the fountains, so Mere, Robin and Grace wandered
off by themselves while I relaxed in the shade and Remy threw a Frisbie
back and forth to herself. When the teenagers
rejoined us, I enjoyed the hundreds of pictures of the koi in the lake.
They were spectacular! And Robin got great pictures of the feeding
frenzy as another visitor tossed Cheerios to the fish. |