Quick note: thanks!

Hi there! Just wanted to say a quick thanks to all those who’ve followed my blog- I really appreciate it, and I’ve had fun reading your blogs too. Please feel free to leave a comment sometime! 🙂

Dendrobium Update

Look look look! I wasn’t sure how the Dendrobium would do, but considering how it put out a new flower spike and now a new lead, I guess it’s doing alright. I’ve realised that the flowers are actually darker when they bloom, and fade in colour over time. The green bits of the plant, however,…

Jamaican Cherry (Muntingia calabura)

It was raining, and my usual route through the buildings would keep me dry. So, naturally, up the open slope I went, managing to nearly poke someone in the eye when I stopped suddenly at a buah cheri tree (Muntingia calabura) I’d never noticed before. Known more commonly elsewhere as the Jamaican cherry or Panama…

Japanese Camellia (Camellia japonica)

It was through Jem Finch that I’d first heard of camellias: the very flowers that fell mercy to his anger in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, and later been gifted as a sign of forgiveness. Now, I can’t be sure which species of camellia Harper Lee had in mind, but anyhow- I shan’t detract from the…

Rhododendrons and Azaleas (Rhododendron sp.)

With their colourful papery flowers, blooming profusely in the spring against a background of dark green leaves, rhododendrons and azaleas worked well against the reds and greys of New Haven. Technically, both rhododendrons and azaleas fall under the Rhododendron genus, except that the former, or so called ‘true rhododendrons’ have ten stamens per flower, and…

Blossom Bliss Exhibition, Gardens by the Bay

Considering that my relationship with the laptop was getting rather heated, and YouTube was probably judging me, I looked up at the cool cloudy sky, nudged my inner couch potato, mustered whatever shreds of determination I had left and managed, valiantly, to get my posterior off the sofa. Although the Blossom Bliss exhibition at the…

Small in a Big World

Ever wondered what wild mice dream of, hidden in the undergrowth, watching the world go by above their heads? Dancing in light washing through green leaves and petals of every hue, stained glass windows in an earthy cathedral; hiding in burrows away from stomping paws and razor beaks, safe and sound and warm beneath delicately decorated…