Kew Gardens Again

I last came here when I was the age of my eldest, 7. I remember the heat in the Palm House and moaning. I remember the little water fall in Temperate House and looking for frogs. I remember the enormous green leaves and the smell of the humid air. I was wearing culottes the last time they came around, a big thick velvet alice band, sporting super goofy no front teeth grins and I was with my Dad. So my Dad and I decided to go for a second trip to Kew Gardens and it was absolutely wonderful…

 

 

 

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