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Here is the bronze plaque that dedicates the benches. Unfortunately, there is no date on the plaque. Did they have a dedication ceremony, when the Fuchsia House opened? People dressed up, and refreshments on festive tables? Perhaps the people, pleased with their work and smiling broadly, clapped for each of the donors. Did each club send a representative? It's pleasant to think about their pride that day, when they were able to share with the world the lovely fuchsias hanging in baskets and growing in pots which they had spent so much time cultivating. When the party was over, and the last of the plastic cups was cleared away, maybe a tiny hummingbird came to the feeder in the dusk. |
This view is standing at the left of the oasis in the middle, looking right and toward the back. Amid the fallen palm fronds, other plants and trees struggle. The ruined shadecloth gives the illusion that the enclosure is small, but it isn't. |
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Now standing on the right, looking back. This is the stream that runs from the waterfall toward the front entrance of the enclosure. Notice the hummingbird feeder, and on the pole past that there was the strangest plastic Easter bunny plaque, faded and crumbling. Phil Tacktill is in the foreground. |