{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"NYBG: Visions of Hawaii &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"HnSbt2CKmQ\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/nybg-hawaii-georgia-okeeffe\/\">NYBG: Visions of Hawaii<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/nybg-hawaii-georgia-okeeffe\/embed\/#?secret=HnSbt2CKmQ\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;NYBG: Visions of Hawaii&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"HnSbt2CKmQ\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"The New York Botanical Garden (NYBG) was beautiful, even more so than I remember. When my boyfriend and I were last there it was two years ago, in October, for the Frida Kahlo exhibit; the grounds were packed\u2014almost too crowded to thoroughly enjoy\u2014and the lines to the Mertz Library\u00a0prohibitive to the impatient. Only a handful of people came to brave the heat this time, leaving us free to wander as we pleased. Twice we circled the perennial garden. It was breathtaking, yes, but I loved it because it so easily could&#8217;ve been\u00a0the garden I imagined from\u00a0this book I adored as a child. This I told Kevin, and my heart warmed watching him snap photos of flowers and their little signs. He was duly cataloging the plants we loved.\u00a0For the future. Less picture perfect (but pictured above, for posterity), was the corpse flower. It hadn&#8217;t yet bloomed when we visited\u2014but even in its dormant state, the corpse bud was magnificent to behold. Forget its notorious scent (likened to that of rotting flesh) or its unpredictable, decade-long chrysalis. This was a giant plant that appeared surreal, like a fantastical element in a dream world or something that belonged to prehistoric times. It&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/nybg-georgia-okeeffe-hawaii-3.jpg"}