No comments are necessary here. These photographs were all taken within a couple of hours at the official residence
Ho Hum, just another rose garden. Let’s get out of here. The aroma of these roses brought back childhood memories of a English gardener father, languid Sunday afternoons in the park and a brass band playing on a huge gazebo. I was bored stiff!
A concrete bird and rose petal soup. The devil is in the details.
Bad boys raiding cherry trees. Hmmmm…cherry-grazed venison.
BUT IT’S BAMBI!
The enduring legend of the urban deer.
Fading beauty. My Iris eyes weren’t shining.
No balcony, but what a view it must be. This gable is a familiar landmark from out at sea.
Flowers everywhere, and they all have a name…and one in latin.
of British Columbia’s Governor General. Nice work if you can get it! The grounds are open to the public, and believe it or not, there is no admission charge!
The ocean view from this property is fabulous and the gardens are indescribably beautiful. The gardens change with the seasons and are well worth the visit, even if you’re not interested in some incredible flora, and surprising fauna. They are not far from the bustle of downtown Victoria and have been a well-kept secret for a very long time. That is changing and they are being discovered by the tourists but the aura of peace and order has not been diminished. This garden may not have anything, or it may have everything, to do with sailing. Without destinations, the voyage between is meaningless.
Stems are red, petals are green, bassakwards,
know what I mean?
collateral damage and the nectar overdose.
Bzzzzz, incoming honey dipper.
All natural colour everywhere
Danged purty, whatever they’re called
An ocean glimpse, through the trees. Hard to believe this is a few blocks from a city’s core.
Griffon and roses
A painter’s bliss
No fish, no coins, but a beautiful fountain among the blooms
Lady bug, lucky bug
La Vie En Rose
One starts to not see it all
Translated it means “No milk today.”
Hey you, get offa ma rock!”
Stunning to the bitter end
Look up, way up. A redwood blocks the sun.
The ubiquitous and rare bronze tap flower
a hidden gateway to the magic garden
Stunning glasswork on someone’s front lawn
One more for the road
“The world laughs in flowers.” Ralph Waldo Emerson