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Foster Botanical Gardens - Honolulu, Hawaii

I have a history of killing houseplants unintentionally.  Honestly, it’s usually my good intentions that kill them – there was a whole batch that I overwatered into extinction until someone pointed out to me that you only need to water houseplants when the soil is dry.  Is this some sort of obscure knowledge that everyone knows but me?


Anyway, I recently ended the lives of not just one, but two mint plants, and it’s hard to make mojitos without mint, so I went to the Foster Botanical Garden plant sale with my boyfriend this weekend to see if we could find more calves for the slaughter.
I have several observations about Foster Botanical Garden:
  1. Good job with the benches.  There are ample places to park your behind.
  2. I don’t know why the need was felt to place large, concrete dinosaur footprints into the walkway at random points, but I applaud the decision, because in my personal opinion, dinosaurs should be incorporated into more of everyday life.
  3. I like looking at large trees.  Kudos to the baobab for winning the “largest tree I saw today” contest.
  4. Orchids.  Lots of ‘em.  Some of ‘em look funny. 
The Corpse Flower at Foster Botanical Garden recently bloomed in the greenhouse.  According to the news stories, it’s a rare flower from Sumatra, Indonesia that blooms briefly every three to five years and releases a smell reminiscent of rotting carcasses in order to attract the carrion beetle that pollinates it.  When we got there, two had bloomed and crumbled, and a third was gearing up to bloom.  The flower petals are enormous, several feet across in diameter, with a gigantic phallic emergence jutting from the middle of it.  Myself and several other tourists with a need to experience all the world has to offer got our noses right up into the crumbling ones to get a whiff of corpsiness.  I was proud of our journalistic spirit.  My boyfriend took pictures of orchids in lieu of going on this olfactory adventure.

The greenhouse also housed several pitcher plants, a type of carnivorous plant that eats insects.  You would think botanical gardens wouldn’t be all that exciting, but between the corpse flower and the meat-eating plants, there was an aura of death about the place that was unexpected.


Speaking of which, I never did find replacement mint plants.  Somewhere, a batch of peppermint is breathing a sigh of relief.




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