Good Day, Good Friends! Today, I am wishing you most well and happy! And, I am hoping, that you are ever finding ways to stay inspired!

I found my inspiration yesterday, by taking a walk through a transcendent Eden. Three such wonderful gardens, in fact. Would you like to come along and see?

On a completely impromptu whim, I found myself on an adventure at the Milwaukee Domes located in the city’s Mitchell Park…

Three massive glass houses, each with a unique botanic garden: The Show Dome, The Tropical Dome, and the Desert Dome.

The temperature and feel of the air was different going from dome to dome, the tropical dome warm and humid…

In the tropical dome, there were glorious palms reaching for the sky, and vibrant flowers that were of course, very unique…

Being that the sky was blue on this day, it truly made me feel for a time, that I had blessedly escaped winter…

There were even birds singing at the tops of the trees, while the matted roots and vines clambered around the trunks below…

I also immensely enjoyed watching large koi swirling together in a stream underfoot…

Their bright colors mesmerizing…

And their gliding like a dance…

They almost appeared to me like little dragons, floating through the air…

I now understand why these fish are so often prized! They were quite beautiful and relaxing to watch…

The Show Dome had a cooler temperature, with much low-lying greenery…

It was a cacophony of delightful scenes and plants…

With many unexpected little bursts…

And entertaining miniatures…

Even Godzilla made an appearance…

The Desert Dome seemed a little more arid, though without the blazing one would normally feel within such a zone…

The armadillo considered it a temperate day.

There were plenty of barbed little beasties, best to stay away from…yikes!

This brought to mind, a recollection of a cactus my grandma used to keep when I was a child, and the several unfortunate brushes I’d had with it.

I won’t keep a cactus. It doesn’t want to be kept, and will be happy to remind you of that.

I very much enjoyed this foreign view however, a desert scene being something completely alien to me…

I even paused to coo at the tan-blue tinted doves, flying through…

And for a moment, as if under a spell cast by the shifting of a late afternoon sun…

I forgot just where I was. I had left, and gone someplace else…

Small adventures are a gift to me. A respite from duty, and a forgetfulness from life’s pressures. A walk, through my own magical tales.

And even if they are as short as dreams, just an hour or a single day, they are as indispensable as any sustenance.

Take your adventures, no matter how small! And as always, stay inspired!