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is utilizing a security service for protection versus online attacks. This process is automatic. You will be rerouted as soon as the validation is complete. Kirstenbosch Botanical Garden, Cape Town, South Africa. I'm not a plant individual. I suppose that's far much better than not being a people person. Or not being a pet dog person. Or a feline individual.(For the record, I am two of the 3
. I'll let you think.)It's not that plants and I have a bad relationship(except for blackberry bushes. I should not be around anything that depends on me for nutrition, yet will silently die without even a scream or a whimper. The only home plant that we have is a bad, limp you understand what? I don't even understand what sort of
plant it is. It's a bad, limp, long-suffering green thing named Nigel. But after a check out to Kirstenbosch National Arboretum, just beyond Cape Town, I began believing that maybe, maybe I could be a plant fan. Or, at  Try This , a plant liker. Or perhaps simply less of.

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a systematic plant-murderer(for Nigel is the sole survivor in a veritable chlorophyll-tinged bloodbath). We took a cab, for which I'm specific we overpaid(but it was still just about$ 10 or$15, so we didn't hassle ). Even the drive is beautiful. The breeze that runs over Cape Town doesn't reach Kirstenbosch, and we found ourselves roaming around in the
searing mid-afternoon sun. There are dozens of paths and trails which crisscross the garden. The walking takes a number of hours. We didn't do that. Undoubtedly. (We found the panorama at the base of the mountain to be beautiful enough for our requirements, aaaand we had actually the included benefit of not getting heatstroke.)Also, please note that my husband is using jeans.

DENIMS. Still, it wasn't too long prior to we started to wilt. I decline. The cycle continues. I am a beast.) But even in the searing heat, even for the brief time that we existed, Kirstenbosch was lovely and idyllic. And romantic as hell. Or it would have been, if we hadn't all been gradually melting. And, you know, photobombing one another.