The green thumbs behind the gardens of the Grand Palace
My thumbs wilt at the sight of green, so I am always in awe of anyone that is able to keep even a pot plant alive for more than a few weeks. I cannot.
This is quite an unpleasant situation, because I love gardens. I can lose myself in the shapes of the trees, and the aroma brought on by the waking flowers is enough to brighten up even the grayest of my days. I use a lot of herbs when cooking, so a patch of basil, oregano, thyme and parsley with a hedging of curry and now pandan leaves makes my knees tremble and my taste buds buzz with the possibilities.
One day I will have that dream garden, I will, but for now I am limited to enjoying the work of others. There are no herbs in the carefully manicured gardens in front of the Grand Palace in Bangkok, but visual appeal is aplenty.
I can only imagine how much work and sweat under the tropical heat it takes to care for this place and create this art. My curiosity built up as I saw the people in brown quietly and unassumingly moving around the thick greens, going about their business.
If I spoke even a little Thai, I would have chatted them up for sure. I can only imagine how much colour they could have transfused into my wilted brown thumb.
Thank you for the pleasure of enjoying your craft. Respect.
Did you notice the taped bird noises? I SWEAR when we visited the garden at the grand palace, there were little speakers playing taped bird noises. Or was I just jetlagged and overheated?
Marianna, no, I didnt. We have been hearing the bird nest farm recordings everywhere in Malaysia, but I dont recall of hearing or realising there was fake bird singing at the palace at all.
Or you were just jetlagged ;)