However, we do have at least one thing in common--gardening. My dad introduced me to gardening, and some of my earliest memories are of working in our garden with him, watching the corn get taller and taller, searching for potatoes in the dirt, planting tomatoes. We had inheirited a pretty large garden from the previous owners of my childhood home, and for years we had a nice variety of veggies growing back there, along with multiple apple trees (the apples of which my dad had pressed into cider at a local orchard).
Anyway, the relevance of this is that my dad and I had a day out together yesterday to the Philadelphia Flower Show. It's quite amazing, all of the creative displays of flowers and plants in the convention center. The theme was "Passport to the World" and I think this year's show was the best I had seen (having been to 3-4 of them).
The balloon above was the welcoming centerpiece, made of roses and pansies. The color combo is great! I loved the idea of a global theme with various landscaping companies working with different countries. Nearly everything is made out of flowers, leaves, and other natural items. Here are some of the highlights:
Crooked Houses there (I'd love one for our backyard, though they're too pricey).
There are also lots of displays of botanical illustrations, window box displays, ikebana (Japanese flower arrangement), kids' gardens, fashion made out of flowers--the amount of stuff to see is incredible. I really enjoyed seeing the artwork that people made out of pressed flowers. Each of these pictures is made entirely of plant material.
the ones made by kids are really amazing. Definitely something I'd like to try with SoJo someday.
My dad bought me some seeds for our upcoming veggie garden and also bought S some really great books by Lois Ehlert (she illustrated Chicka, Chicka, Boom, Boom), Planting a Rainbow,
and Eating the Alphabet.I love the Eric Carle-esque illustrations and the focus on plants and veggies. I look forward to reading these to SoJo prior to our gardening project this year.
After walking around for hours, we decided to walk to Old City to get some Indian food at Karma (another commonality between my dad and I. My mom dislikes Indian food, so we took advantage of our mutual enjoyment). It was quite tasty and worth the long walk and gritty wind blowing through the streets.
Took the train home, gave SoJo lots of hugs, and called it a wonderful day. It was quite pleasant when I got home, being truly tired from miles of walking, sipping ginger tea on the couch, letting my bones sink into the cushions. A good day with my dad. Thanks Dad!