Victoria amazonica had a hothouse all to herself at the Adelaide
Botanical Gardens. The sign read that she would start opening at
5 p.m. but she had barely managed to split her sepals at that time.
Unfortunately the superstructure of the hothouse reflects rather
dramatically in the lily pond, making it challenging to get just the
lily and it's pads without posts and girders.
The first petal is open and the bud is stretching allowing her
heady perfume to waft through the humid air.
Every part of the plant that has contact with the water is
protected by spines, the leaves, so smooth on the upper side,
are prickly everywhere else, as are the bud and stalks as well
as the eventual seed casing.
Gracefully she floats . . .
slowly, eve so slowly, flicking another petal from the central
bud . . .
and just when the unfurling drama is reaching it's height, the
keeper of the lily house evicts us . . . we beg to be locked in for
the night, to document the wonder of this flower but to no avail.
We are banished like common criminals although the gardens
are open for another hour. Disappointed, we slink away under
giant plane trees and along hidden paths, back to our car to face
the now thinning peak traffic home.
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