At Singapore Botanic Gardens I’ve been reminded that the word Zing comes from the botanical name for the Ginger family – Zingiberaceae. I’ve spent the past couple of afternoons trying to get my zing back in the Ginger Garden, drinking ice-cold ginger beer.
When I left England in the snow it was hard to imagine just how hot it would be out here and now that I’m here it’s impossible to remember feeling cold. I think perhaps for the first time in my life I have understood how important trees are simply for shade, respite from the sun’s glare.
I am just getting acclimatised now it’s nearly time to leave. There’s so much to take in here – both in and out of the Gardens – almost overwhelming for a woman who lives in a field in Northumberland. Today will be my last visit to the Botanic Gardens – 74 hectares landscaped around a central core of original rainforest. I’ve been most days and still need longer to see everything. Stunning flowers and trees, all beautifully arranged.
On Saturday I got a tour round the Herbarium from one of the researchers here. Around 650,000 species, with space for a million. Also an insight into the Orchid Propagation Laboratories. More on this later…
On the brink of my departure, much of my time in the Gardens here (the Gardens by the Bay as well as the Botanic Garden) has felt like a puzzle – as if the gardens themselves are translations of the natural world and I am trying to make translations of translations. Singapore styles itself not so much as a Garden City than a ‘City in a Garden’ and this refraction creates a surreal quality. Quite often I have felt as if I were in a dream, Alice in Wonderland. Even more so when I hear of the 5 foot snow drifts back at home.
I’ll post some photos later when I’m back in more familiar apple territory.
there is garden
and there is the opposite