The Huntington Library and Botanical Gardens

In a previous post (Kong Lab Civil War: The End), I alluded to members of the Kong lab succumbing to bouts of depression. Unfortunately, as of late, it has been my lot to feel discouraged. Despite the beautiful weather and days of sunshine, my mood has been subdued. Wisdom tells me it’s okay to feel this way. I know it will pass and my spirit will rally to change course and begin new adventures that will color my days.

Last week, I reasoned that a trip to Huntington Library (Pasadena, CA) was in order. Today, I visited the botanical gardens to feel something. I was not disappointed.

Beautiful flowers with exotic design and luscious colors displayed their fierce confidence. Their splendor made more magnificent with cool zephyrs that rustled through the lofty trees. These exquisite flowers were often found in well-maintained trails, lined with protective trees and welcome shrubs. I appreciated the setting for the aesthetic nature it offered my eyes and ears.

Yet, for all the allure the plants threw at me, it was the stark beauty of the cactus garden that pierced my thoughts.

John James Audubon echoed my feelings, “Nature leaped with joy, as it were, at her own new-born marvels… and my own heart was filled with happiness at the sights before me.”

What attracted me to the cactus garden? It was chaotic. It was diverse. It was silly and stoic, surprising and stunning. To appreciate the cactus garden, one must be willing to bask in the sun alongside the succulents. In my observations, fewer people walked the dirt trails of the garden. Fewer children graced the winding paths of these prickly plants. I couldn’t help but develop a fraternal bond with any who lingered in the garden.

Among my musings, I reflected on the unique personalities of the cacti. Generally, I strongly relate to their resilient nature, but I primarily identify with their appearance, especially with the confused ones which grow oddly outward and upward. I relate to their spikey protrusions for I also have developed bristly defense mechanisms. They are hardy enough to survive severe climates, something that I can understand, having lived in two extreme regions.

My spirit cactus. It even has random people who  unexpectedly appeared. Great timing by them and by me. And of course the cactus took it all in stride, like a champ. 

Altogether, the excursion to Huntington was a delight. I walked away grateful for the proximity to Huntington. Grateful to those who maintain such beauty. Grateful for the strong sun which showered its kisses. Above all, I am grateful for the scrappy cacti that brightened my thoughts.