The Huntington
Catherine and I spent a leisurely Sunday at The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens. If you like books, Romantic period art, and plants, then you will love it here.
The Library of more than 3 million volumes contains some of the finest rare books and manuscripts of Anglo-American civilization. On exhibit are the Ellesmere manuscript of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, a copy of the Gutenberg Bible on vellum, the double-elephant folio edition of Audubon's Birds of America, and an unsurpassed collection of the early editions of Shakespeare's works.
The Huntington Gallery, originally the Huntington residence, contains one of the most comprehensive collections in the US of British and French art of the 18th and 19th centuries. Romantic portraits and landscapes are not my favorite style of paintings, but it is a very fine collection.
Possibly the most relaxing part of the visit is touring the Botanical Gardens, which Henry Huntington began developing in 1903. Now they span nearly 150 acres with vistas interspersed with statuary, tempiettos, and benches. Approximately 15,000 kinds of plants from all over the world make up the botanical collections, many landscaped into a series of theme gardens.
So, as you can see, there is a lot to see. There is also a finely kept Japanese garden with a bridge and traditional architecture. The grounds are beautiful with habitats ranging from the sub-tropical to desert. Between the thick jungle and the sand of the desert are sprawling lawns with lily ponds. At the outer edge of the grounds we reached the cacti filled desert gardens.
For anyone that has spent time in the Southwest a cactus is a familiar sight. For someone from the Northeast, well, not so familiar. It didn't dawn on me just how unfamiliar until I saw Catherine reaching her hand out to touch a cactus. This was her first in-person cactus. It was too late to stop her. Twenty little needles were now protruding from the tip of her finger. Ouch! She was able to pull out all the needles except for three small tips that broke off under the skin. She's a tough New Yorker, so there were no tears. I think she was just more surprised than anything. There's not really much wild nature around to attack you in the heart of New York City :)











