Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden is a 83-acre (34 ha) botanic garden, with extensive collections of rare tropical plants including palms, cycads, flowering trees and vines. It is located in metropolitan Miami, just south of Coral Gables, Florida, United States, surrounded at the south and west by Matheson Hammock Park.
Fairchild is one of the world’s premier tropical botanical gardens, internationally renowned for its research, conservation, horticulture and education programs. Fairchild opened to the public in 1938.
With 45,000 members and over 1,200 volunteers, Fairchild plays many roles, including museum, laboratory, learning center and conservation research facility, but its greatest role is preserving biodiversity, which the garden’s scientists, staff and volunteers all contribute to on a daily basis. In 2012, Fairchild also became the home of the American Orchid Society.
Admission is $25 for adults, $18 for seniors, $12 for children 6-17 and free for children 5 and under and Fairchild members. Garden hours are 9:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m, Monday through Friday, 7:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. on Saturday and Sunday, Fairchild is closed on Christmas Day, December 25.
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