Over the last weekend, we have been exploring the southern ridges in two parts. On Saturday, we visited Hort Park, a new gardening park, with lots of flowers and garden themes. I guess the highlight of the park is the indoor garden, which illustrates how many plats you can actually keep in the house. Its a beautiful show flat, with thriving plants, and makes husband and me wonder why our balcony garden turns into a veritable plant graveyard.
We did buy a small pot of African violets though. And hopefully they will survive the stress. I have planted a few balsam seeds in my plant pot. I hope that they will bloom in a couple of months.
Anjali enjoyed herself in the Hort Park. She was mostly fascinated by the millipedes - there were the big red ones and the small black ones. And she loved to watch them crawl along the grass. Even shows how they crawl. She also refused to kiss or shake hands with the other babies in the park (there were any number of them). Anjali is deeply mistrustful of anything that is bigger than her and anything that moves and makes noise. Put a combination of the three and she would hide behind your skirt and point at you to put the thing outside the door or in the store room. I guess babies sometimes fall into this category.
While I am not encouraging my daughter to be afraid, the fear does come in handy sometimes. If Anjali wants to open and peek in the dustbin (which she seems to want to do quite a lot), I tell her that I will put the Vrroom Vroom remote control car on top of the dustbin. That keeps her away from it for a while. (N.B: Does it make me a lousy mother if I have to resort to threatening my daughter with the vroom vroom car to keep her from mischief?)
Anyway, back to hort park, so Anjali was fascinated by the millipedes, and the birds, and some kind of high tech watering system for plants (but that might be because it provided a nice climbing interface), and stairs, and pebbles (which, for some reason, she thought were footballs)
On Sunday we explored the reminder of the southern ridges by twilight. It was (there is no other word for it), an exceptional architecture. I think we should take the IEP kids for a long walk there sometime in September. There were the henderson waves, 36 meters above the road, the lost terrace garden (a beautiful bouganvillea garden in the middle of the forest, with a picnic spot on the top), a beautifully constructed canopy walk (which Anjali enjoyed mostly because of the many woof woof dogs that people were taking for walks), and finally the Alexandra arch which glows rainbow colors at night.
At Alexandra Arch, glowing red at this moment.
The beautifully constructed canopy walk. It doesnt show too well in the photo though, but we can see the various bridges.
A pretty flower
In daddy's arms, gearing for the climb
The view from faber, with loads of bats