The Botanic Gardens is an evergreen to-go. It is a wonderful green space in town, and we would go there more often, if not for the fact that we surrender to Singapore’s humidity quite easily.
In mid-January, we heard about the dear old Talipot palm breathing its last (and poetically spreading it seeds as it does so). So when we had a spot of time suddenly freed up, we headed to the dear gardens. The decision was easy, and made easier by the fact that we love the Food For Thought branch there.
We ate a late lunch, we walked and walked, we saw the palm, and we saw the heritage tree that generations of Singaporeans will remember. We would have climbed it if not for the fact that many children were already on it. (We had to content ourselves with taking pictures instead.)
We saw one swan, and which persisted in dipping its head into the water. We anticipated a storm and left before it poured. We drove home in the rain.
It was a tiring day, actually, but looking back, I only remember that it is a more-memorable-than-usual day.