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is using a security service for protection against online attacks.  Answers Shown Here  is automated. You will be rerouted as soon as the recognition is complete. Kirstenbosch Botanical Garden, Cape Town, South Africa. I'm not a plant person. I suppose that's far much better than not being a people person. Or not being a pet dog person. Or a cat person.(For the record, I am two of the 3
. I'll let you think.)It's not that plants and I have a bad relationship(other than for blackberry bushes. I should not be around anything that depends upon me for nutrition, yet will quietly die without so much as a scream or a whimper. The only house plant that we have is a bad, limp you understand what? I do not even understand what type of
plant it is. It's a poor, limp, long-suffering green thing named Nigel. However after a check out to Kirstenbosch National Arboretum, simply beyond Cape Town, I started thinking that perhaps, possibly I might be a plant lover. Or, at the very least, a plant liker. Or maybe simply less of.

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an organized plant-murderer(for Nigel is the sole survivor in a veritable chlorophyll-tinged bloodbath). We took a cab, for which I'm particular we paid too much(but it was still only about$ 10 or$15, so we didn't hassle ). Even the drive is beautiful. The breeze that runs over Cape Town does not reach Kirstenbosch, and we discovered ourselves roaming around in the
searing mid-afternoon sun. There are dozens of paths and routes which crisscross the garden. The walking takes a number of hours. We didn't do that. Obviously. (We found the panorama at the base of the mountain to be charming enough for our requirements, aaaand we had the included benefit of not getting heatstroke.)Also, please note that my husband is wearing denims.

JEANS. Still, it wasn't too long prior to we began to wilt. I decline. The cycle continues. I am a beast.) But even in the searing heat, even for the quick time that we were there, Kirstenbosch was beautiful and picturesque. And romantic as hell. Or it would have been, if we hadn't all been slowly melting. And, you know, photobombing one another.