of the brand-new Native Plant Garden.
The Botanical Garden generally seems to trust its visitors, using politely worded signs, rather than imposing barriers or scolding staff members, to tell us where we're not supposed to go and what we're not supposed to do. But for some reason, out of character with the rest of the garden, there was a very stern-faced security guard stationed beside this pool, keeping a close eye on things. He seemed so serious about his mission that I'm not sure I could have even successfully sneezed into the water, much less jumped in.
In an attempt to lighten the mood, I gestured at the pool and asked him "When's swimmin' hours?" After a moment of dead silence, he responded with a rather insincere "Heh."
"Not funny, huh?" I offered. He just stared back at me blankly.
You win some and you lose some.