That’s the bonus when you get to travel from the icy fastnesses of the Northeast at this time of year. It’s not just warmer; there’s a whole new world of plants that aren’t ever available in Buffalo except—sometimes—as houseplants and annuals. We were recently at a resort in Punta Cana for four nights, which is just about the right length of time. (Except I had hoped to come back to an approaching spring; so much for that.)
I’m used to seeing lush landscaping at these resorts, having visited similar facilities in Barbados and St. Lucia, but our venue, Dreams, had a few extras. Peacocks and pink flamingos wandered freely over the grounds, which also featured koi ponds and some very impressive orchid displays. I know peacocks can be mean, so I kept my distance when I got the shot above.
What I really loved was that everything, and I do mean everything, had a label, including botanic name, common name, place of origin, habits, you name it. Many of the plants are common enough, but not all; it was much more fun to know what I was admiring (or not, as the case may be). Here’s another bonus—if you enjoy watching weddings, they have about 10 a day at this huge place, in season.
A much smaller wedding awaited when we returned. It was very lovely in its own way, though plants were lacking—a couple crocuses, maybe. But it, too, was a picturesque destination. The B&B was perched over a creek, with some nice rustic touches, including a good-looking chicken coop/run (in use), and some gorgeous salvaged fencing. It was freezing, of course, but we made ourselves walk the grounds. If I needed a fence, I would consider this one, depending on what I needed to fence out.
Ah, the beauties of winter. I’m over it though, now. Really. You can stop. I mean it.