A trip to this prestigious show comes but once a year…and, living in Lancaster County, that means it is easily “doable”, and a very special outing. So when my friend Ruth said that she had room in their van for me, I jumped at the chance.
We arrived just before noon and opted to have lunch at the Reading Terminal Market, across the street from the Convention Center. I love this market, and quickly found the herb dealer who carries ground bay leaves (in my opinion, they are so much easier to use than trying to dig out that bay leaf hidden deep in the chili or stew). The market is not the place for people who can’t make up their minds – and while all the flavors tempted me, in the end I caved in to the pressure of the Philly Cheesesteak. (When in Rome….)
Nourished and ready to travel the world, we opened the door to the convention center. It was though we opened the door to Spring. This huge space, with many different heating zones and vents, was no match for those tiny little flower petals. It proved that strength comes in numbers because I smelled those hyacinths immediately. Then my feet never hit the floor as the smell of the roses and other flowers propelled you through the hall….so let me show you what I saw.
This balloon stood high above everything in the hall and was made of 80,000 dried flowers – it took a week to attached the flowers, and over 1,000 volunteer hours.
This is no small bouquet – it had a twin that greeted you when you entered – they were probably 15 feet tall.
What a great idea for an urban garden. The Landscape and floral displays are chock-full of terrific ideas.
If you look close, you’ll see the orchids survining in an all-white winter display.
On our way out of the main hall, we got to witness the majestic flying of Sun Conures and Parrots, compliments of the Philadelphia Zoo as they flew high above the Rainforest exhibit.
The mini-dessert of crème brulee was just enough – here it is next to the ice cream that Don ordered…..enough for three people!
I hope you enjoyed this little journey. If you can, I highly recommend going to the Philadelphia Flower Show – but hurry – the last day is Sunday, March 7.