Tag Archives: Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh

129 I love the greenhouses in Edinburgh. They are like little universes, each created as a little, intensified piece of different places on Earth. Artificial, of course, but still. A place to marvel in. On a wall-length poster by the entrance, when I visited in 2013, the following quote was posted: “Destroying rainforest for economicContinue reading “Edinburgh (iv)”

116 Botanic gardens are systematic. Sometimes that makes them feel stiff and constraining. Not Edinburgh Royal Botanic Garden. It is vast, but it is planned around thematic areas, surrounded by patches of trees, which creates surprise and a sense of adventure. Every time you walk around a bend in the path, a new creation ofContinue reading “Edinburgh (iii)”

69 I bring books to botanic gardens. Sitting on a bench under the hanging branches of this tree, reading “Ancillary Justice” by Ann Leckie, breathing in the fragrant, humid air of the greenhouse – for a moment fooling myself that I could be in an exotic place about to go on an adventure. Escapism, IContinue reading “Edinburgh (ii)”

5 In a way, one could say this is where it all started. My collection of botanic gardens. Sure, I had visited others before. But this is where I become so obsessively systematic about it. The Royal Botanic Garden in Edinburgh in 2013. Together with dad, we marveled at the lush June flower beds, andContinue reading “Edinburgh (i)”