The American Orchid Society Visitors Center and Botanical Garden is a 3.5 acres (1.4 ha) botanical garden specializing in orchids and home to the American Orchid Society. The garden is located in Morikami Park at 16700 AOS Lane, Delray Beach, Florida, USA, and is open to visitors during business hours.
The Garden contains two 4,000 square foot (370 m²) greenhouses, one for display and the other the society's production greenhouse. The public display house contains ever-changing orchid displays with a 14 foot (4 m) cascading waterfall.
The grounds showcase thousands of orchids, including two-dozen varieties of Cattleya quadricolor and beds of Dendrobium and Spathoglottis orchids, plus a cypress swamp, tropical flowering trees, palms and vines. The collections include: amorphophallus, balsa, bamboo, baobab, bromeliads, cycads, Everglades palms, heliconias, leather ferns, Lignum vitae, Paradise trees, platycerium, Pond Apple, Silk Floss trees, a Triangle fig tree, Vireyas, and water lilies.
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