Recent visit to the People's Palace where we took some photos. A recent post became an essay on sectarianism, social justice and the coloured history of Glasgow. Here's a couple of the photos – it should be clear from the title of this post which refers to beauty……
Apart from the fact they were taken in the same place, the connection is my father's wide and eclectic horticultural skill. He grew cacti and succulents as a hobby, and introduced me to the beauty of the Himalayan Mountain flower, the Hibiscus. I enjoyed a meander around this mini-sub tropical garden and encountering both – brought back memories of helping to riddle leaf mould, peat, sand and soil in varied measure to make up the requisite compost for my dad – whose compost recipes involved quantity measurement as finely calibrated and as securely kept as the recipe for Irn Bru.
Me with cactus growing out of my head – deliberate pose adopted during an attack of childishness.
These are amongst the most beautiful flowers in the world – way ahead of orchids for me, though the flower only lasts a day or two.
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