Saturday, July 2, 2022

2 July 2022 Brentwood Bay, Vancouver Island: Butchart Gardens


There were many beautiful things here at Butchart Gardens but the most beautiful is my Sweet Pea.  You may want to grab a cup of coffee and sit back because I have gone overboard on all the flower pictures!  This garden is privately owned and covers 55 acres.  The highlights were the rose garden, the dalias, and the Sunken Garden.  So many stunning blooms everywhere that we spent four hours without even realizing how long we were oohing and ahhing.  As we were leaving, we stopped into the gift shop and struck up a great conversation with Devin.  He is only 21 years old but is the bassoon player in two different orchestras.  He is studying to be a music teacher.  Perhaps we will see him again out in the world.


118 years to be exact


A riot of color


So elaborate


Blooms up high


Blooms down low


Even the reptiles are colorful


The Sunken Garden was developed in 1906 at the site of a limestone quarry


Stock everywhere


Even the trees were places with forethought


Silly with the Lillies 


Great balls of flower


8 inches across


Water lilly


A nice fountain


Turned into a great fountain


Daisies


Totem Pole made for the 100th anniversary 


Peonies 


Even the trash cans were decorated


This bed went on for 20 feet


Mr. Bee says howdy!


Don't dilly dally, get to the dalias 


The symmetry


Who would not want to pollinate these?


Sweet


The Dragon Fountain


Almost as big as my head


Hot lips flowers


Flowers within flowers


Lilly time


The sweet peas and my sweet pea!


Burtsing out


Blue tower


In the rose garden


Ketchup and mustard


Flower after flower


Color after color


Some delicate


Some bold


Three Sturgeons fountain


Another Dragon


Japanese Garden


Even had mushrooms


Dusky colored ferns


Spotty Dotty was the name of this plant


Up we go


Frogs in the star fountain


A very cool leaf


Horton hears about these puffs


More pea plants, this time with pea pods


Devin the master of the bassoon


Time flying by