Conservatory of Flowers

Today's adventure was to take my little flowers to the San Francisco Conservatory of Flowers at Golden Gate Park (SF's version of Central Park).

The whole white building pictured above is essentially one huge greenhouse, separated into four or five sections, each one more muggy than the one before.

Bethelle was particularly taken by the many orchids.

But when she saw a flower on a real lily pad, she had another "dream come true moment."  Don't just take my word for it; that's how she puts it.

She called this the "bayou."  I'm pretty sure she was trying to live out The Princess and the Frog.

This girl is as pretty as any flower in the conservatory, if you ask me.  I would love to have a painting of that expression.  Don't you love her?  You must.

As we walked away from the conservatory, Rigby slipped and skinned his knees.  One bled.  This induced about an hour of crying hard and loud.  He finally cried himself to sleep in the car, poor little man.  He is now taking very good care of those knees, babying them as much as possible.