When you are married to a biologist and botanist, botanical gardens become regular ports of call. We once took a trip to see a big one in St. Louis (and oh yes, to see James Taylor and Carol King as well). And so today, on our 36th wedding anniversary, I am beginning a series of three posts in Ann’s honor on the botanic garden in Durham, which did not really exist when we lived there in the late 70s. See the entrance to the place above, which is way up on a hill, on the south side of Durham.
Let’s start with a big tree— a monkey puzzle tree, which came to England by way of ship, carted here from south America. Here below is both the tree, and the inscription beneath it.