
On dark winter mornings it’s especially pleasant to start the day with a stroll through the glasshouses. The true spiny desert of Madagascar knows no winter equinox, away on the far side of the planet. The Madagascar plants in the E.A.Smith glasshouse do slow down during Cleveland’s winter, aided by an artifical “dry season” created when the Garden reduces watering for a few months. Some plants, like this Aloe deltoideodonta (above), are still in bloom. Although ice and sleet coat the glass a few inches away, bright-colored birds chirp and dart through the air, warm, dry and well-fed.

Strolling into the Costa Rican biome, I am enveloped by lush, tropical greenery. It’s quiet here in the early morning, before the hustle and bustle of visitors searching for their much-needed winter fix of green. The calls of the resident White-winged doves, a cross between cooing and hooting, sound like the sleepy mockery of kids still in their pajamas. All of the butterflies, like this Doris Longwing (Heliconius doris), hang motionless from their flowers. They, too, wake up slowly when the sun rises late. For once, it’s possible to admire their intricate patterns closely while they wait for the sun to stir them into flight.
Posted by Ann McCulloh