I met John in the new 30th station and then went to the flower show in the commercial museum.
There is no use trying to describe its vastness or magnificence but I must note that a patch of violets or spring beauties or jack-in-the-pulpit found unexpectedly in a wood would be more more fun and even more beautiful.
John has not volunteered to speak a word this evening.
I'm gad it was on our way out and not into the show that I fell.