For reasons that will remain my own I wanted to spend at least part of this lovely day, early in September on my own. Leaving the house at the uncharacteristic hour of nine, I began my morning with breakfast at the Chocolate Bakery and Café’. I did not take a photograph at the café’ as the usually cheerful and friendly mood of the restaurant was spoiled by a young man (employee) with a sad little “I am hip beard-let” skulking about the place like a bored teenager, just what I supposed he was. But a change of seat removed this child from my sight and I enjoyed my usual; a handheld breakfast burrito, no cheese, all green, egg whites only with a single chocolate pancake no chocolate chips or sauce. I love how they don’t even blink at me when I get all “When Harry met Sally” at the wait staff . . . I just get what I want the way I want it.
After fortifying myself thus, I drove down central to the botanic garden, a spot that is beyond lovely at this time of year, plus it is cool and quite with the school-age children notably absent.
The gardens are in bloom with many birds visiting and the butterflies in the butterfly pavilion very active in the cool morning air. (The butterfly pavilion is open till September 30th so you have not missed it yet.
I love the botanic garden (can’t bring myself to call it the “bio-park” what an idiotic name) when I moved to burque in ’90 the best one could do for a public garden was (as then) Mrs. Peck’s daylilies around the
president’s house at UNM (worth a look if you have never been).
I believe it is the equal in its way of botanic gardens that have been around for decades. The old farm is charming right now with heavenly blue morning glories covering the gate to the kitchen garden and the roses are in rebloom. Today a trio of roadrunners were visiting the rose garden and eating the rosehips.
It is hard to believe the Japanese Garden is only a year old, it is coming along splendidly and the plating choices that have been made to give the feel of a Japanese garden while using plants better adapted to the dessert are inspired.
I spied three tiny yellow birds bathing in a trio of fountains, the urn-type I had always wondered what possible use there is for a jar with water slowly overflowing from it, now I know . . .
After walking the length of the garden I drove back up Lomas for Lunch at the Model pharmacy, I am ashamed to admit that I did not even try this wonderful slice of the past till recent years but now I am a regular, they serve food from another time with a modern sensibility and to use my favorite word again, charming. The trio of waitresses is always friendly and seeming to have a great time, this is the place to take your Grandma or remember her. The best old fashion soda fountain in town and if you have been sadly disappointed by the lack of quality found at the Rt 66, you will find what you seek here.
I love our town, love how it has grown (in some aspects) and kept it’s small town appeal, get yourself a Garden/zoo membership and you will never lack a quiet and pretty stroll, forgo those nasty chain restaurants around the googolplex and eat something made by humans and not processed in Detroit, have some time just for yourself with your city.