Wetland Supermarket Theatre

The Wetland Supermarket, a quaint stall inside the Swaner Preserve & EcoCenter, unfurled Friday in a spectacle thinly veiled as children’s education. Hunter Klingensmith, the director of exhibits and the chief horticultural cynic, waved a cart of sequined trout jackets and insect‑scented air whilst Garth Franklin of Franklin Woodworking fashioned shelves in two heights, promising accessibility for the entire flock. The guests, mostly local philanthropists, barely clung to the offensive green hues of bark‑like yet tempered step‑and‑repeat spruce. No A‑list names turned up; the attendee roster was a regular affair of middle‑management, a matter of both curbside bureaucracy and the lack of a real star. Though the lineup smelled faintly of wet moss, there was no loud chorus of retrograde applause. Verdict: Attend for a touch of nature‑driven nostalgia, but don’t expect the symphony of celebrity that the splashy capital tends to broadcast.