I've been spending a lot of time at LA's Natural History Museum this summer. Girl number one is volunteering and I am her transportation. I spend most of my time in the outdoor cafe writing, writing, writing, but occasionally I will feel the pull of the exhibits and walk around.
Of course, there are dinosaurs, many, many dinosaurs. These two greet you at the entrance. If girl number one is working the welcome table she will ask this: Do you think they are fighting or playing?
I actually prefer the gardens. If you haven't been there lately they are all new. There is a pollinator garden, a sort of area for birds, and--my favorite--the edible garden. It has little signs giving helpful advice.
I liked this sign because I am always eager to keep my tomatoes happy, and to keep my tomatoes happy I must first keep my dirt happy.
Until September you can see an amazing exhibit of Ibero American folk art. You do have to pay extra, but it's fantastic. I love all the colors. Are we tired of black yet? Remember when black was for mourning?
This tree of life is all embroidered. I say enough with all the memoirs: from now on we all make trees of life. Discuss.