April 7-9, 2019
The older kids are going hiking before we head back to Vancouver. The husband and I were going to take the LO to the bug zoo. Mum cannot decide which is less appealing. Luckily for her, things take an unexpected turn. The others cannot stop raving about the Butchart Gardens, forcing us to go back, even if just to see what the fuss is all about. The scene is very different when we arrive. Today, the skies are clear, sun is shining brightly and it’s neither too hot nor too cold. Yesterday, we were the only ones in the parking lot, today the place is teeming with cars.
We follow the path Akash had asked us to take and come up to a striking bird’s eye view of the sunken garden. Walking further, we reach the carousal. The LO can’t wait to get on. After a fun ride on a lion, we foolishly decide to let her explore the garden by herself, on foot. Little feet move faster than you think, and in directions of their choice. After scrambling after her down a grassy slope and somehow convincing her to run back up, we manage to get her into our trusty carrier.
Lunch, is a picnic under a flourishing cherry tree.
The gardens are beautiful and well laid out.
Our unanimous favorite is the Japanese garden. Japan is a misty island and the traditional Japanese gardens are designed to take advantage of this. It is no wonder therefore that the rest of our group, who saw it in shrouded in mist yesterday, came back so impressed. In Japan, the garden is created as a confluence of nature and artifice. Japanese gardening strives to recreate the raw majestic of nature in a small enclosed space. Highly sculpted plants are made to suggest windswept trees or rolling hillsides. Stones are strategically placed to represent islands and craggy mountaintops. The sea is simulated by carefully raking gravel. There are many different styles of Japanese gardens – the stone or Zen gardens, hill gardens, tea gardens and stroll gardens. The Japanese garden at Butchart Gardens seems to have elements of almost all of them. The dense green foliage, the rustling of the maple and beech, the soft gurgling water, the quiet little ponds and the tap-tap of the sōzu – it works both as individual parts and as a sum of the parts.
There is a little icecream parlour in Butchart gardens, but before you get there, a small window has been cut in the hedge for the best view ever of the harbor. The icecream parlour, to my surprise and delight had a couple of vegan flavours. Usually that means getting a sorbet, but not this time. We spend the next three quarters of an hour in the plaza outside the gift shop where the LO runs about and “smells” flowers. It is almost time to leave when I realized my purse is missing. I retrace my steps frantically with no success. With fingers crossed I show up at the information desk hoping someone has turned it in, and what do you know, someone has indeed turned it in. Life is beautiful.