Yesterday, we strolled among agave, mesquite and prickly pear native to South Texas and encountered an 1880 adobe hut. Crushing pine needles underfoot, we wandered through the East Texas Pineywoods and peered into an 1850s’ log cabin fronting a lake. And then we found ourselves in the shade of live oaks and maple trees of the Texas Hill Country with an 1849 limestone and fachwerk house from Fredericksburg and an 1880 piñon log cabin from Real County.
All of this while winding along the Texas Native Trail, which occupies 11 acres of the 38-acre San Antonio Botanical Garden.
We kept on meandering because it is impossible to skip over the colorful flowers abloom in the old-fashioned garden and the brilliant orchids and bromeliads found sheltered within one of the glass pavilions of the Lucile Halsell Conservatory.
And then, because it was well past noon in the middle of the summer, we stepped into Rosella at the Garden in the Sullivan Carriage House for a refreshing round of cold beer.
Tulipan Africano. Towering trees covered with magnificent orange blossoms visible from far away and showering the sidewalks below them are the most striking plants in the midst of the urban landscape of Oaxaca City.
Yes, more Oaxaca leftovers.
These range from cacti and agave of the Ethnobotanical Garden of Oaxaca adjacent to the monastery at Santo Domingo to a pot atop the patio of our apartment.