My 14-week-old daughter and I joined mom on a work trip to Davenport last week. During the day, while mom was at the office, we got to know the conservatory at Vander Veer Botanical Park. It offered everything a couple of New Yorkers could hope for—a warm, green, quiet respite.
Faye, snug in her little wool snowsuit and saddled on my hip, cooed over the rabbit’s foot fern, the rat-tail cactus, and the powder puff plant (whose leaves, we learned, fold up to “sleep” at night). She swooped in—a tiny, blubbery airplane—to smell the potted rosemary, the “chocolate chip” deciduous agave (manfreda undulata), and the licorice plant.
The experience gave us something to look forward to on our next visit.
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