I had never really walked around in the Volunteer Park Conservatory before and for this I am sorry. A more magical park experience could not have been dreamed up by Jorge Louis Borges or Adolfo Bioy Casares. The cactus room was especially enthralling to me because I used to try and raise cacti when I was younger. They would sit on my window sill trying their best to soak up sunshine in the grey gloom of western Washington. The alternate title for this post was: Garden of Misshapen Lemons–which is now what I will call an animation that is in my brain. It sounds like the Conservatory needs our help- here is a website made by the friends of the Conservatory.