Beautiful Flowering Quarry

                                                 Beautiful  Quarry

    Who could ever imagine that a huge hole in the ground, a defunct 50-acre quarry, would ever become one of the most famous gardens in North America?

    Jenny Buchart, although happy with the income the limestone quarry and her husband’s cement plant provided, thought the big hole was a blight on the landscape in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.

     In 1904, when she envisioned a garden, no one thought she she’d be successful in getting anything to grow. Tons of dirt were trucked into the quarry site while she designed the curves and hills of the gardens.

     During the Bucharts’  world travels, they bought statuary and brought home seeds and plants, obviously before the strict agriculture importation rules of today.

     Slowly the garden took shape and a century later the gardens still remain in the possession of the family. Fifty gardeners are kept busy full time, all year, to insure the gardens are always in bloom. No matter the season there is always a rainbow of color.

     In spring 60,000 tulips bloom in vibrant color everywhere. In fall the colors of many trees are spectacular. The rose garden is a mass of color when 2500 rose bushes bloom in summer.

     Many benches are situated around the gardens where one can rest or just sit and enjoy the surroundings as well as the peace and quiet of the entire area.

     Tacca, a large bronze boar, is positioned on the patio and appears to have just awakened, maybe from the sound of a hunt. His well burnished nose is  the result of all the good luck loving strokes given to it over the years as visitors and children bid farewell to the lovely gardens.  I have made several visits to  these gardens, but it was on my first visit years ago that Tacca was my first bronze to start my collection of  good luck brass rubbings.

     Cruise ships, especially to Alaska, run buses to Buchart when stopping in either Victoria or Vancouver. In such a case it’s a worthwhile side trip.

SWISS ALPS MEMORIES

            Years ago my first trip to Europe was an “If it’s Monday you’re in Belgium, Tuesday you’re in Italy.” At that time I thought that would be my only trip overseas, never dreaming how many more  times I’d be going across the pond.

            Each of my experiences in the Alps took me to different places and mountains. My first  left me with wonderful tender memories at 6000-feet. The first cable car took us about half way up to a platform where we changed into another car to reach the top of Strasserhorn. On a gorgeous sunny day the panoramic views at the top were awesome. We walked a short path to admire the wildflowers in bloom.

            From the large plaza we entered the gift shop/café where I spotted a hot plate with a carafe of coffee and another with hot water. I hadn’t had a cup of coffee for ten days or so as my palate finds European coffee way too strong.

            I asked the young man behind the counter for a ½ cup of coffee and then to fill it with hot water. Appalled he said, “No, no, this coffee we make to put liqueur in. It is good”

            I was insistent and finally he relented and did as I asked. Today, over twenty years later, I smile remembering carrying that cup of coffee out onto the patio, sitting in the sun and listening to the serenade of the cow bells tinkling in the meadow below. What a memory!

    A few years later I made a hiking trip to Switzerland where we rode cog trains, lots of gondolas, cable cars and other conveyances.  Our first hike on a drizzly day was to Mt. Pilatus where the mountain was named after a holy man who had slayed a dragon living on the mountain.

            The cog railway, built in 1889, with a 48% incline, is the world’s steepest. When we exited at 7000-feet we were completely fogged in. The original plan was to start down the path and eat along the way. Charlie didn’t want his ‘angels’ to eat in the rain so he approached the empty restaurant and talked the management into letting us eat our picnic lunch inside.

            They were most accommodating and most of us ordered soup or a hot drink. We also were very careful to take all our mess with us while offering heartfelt thanks.

            As we headed down the path 2-3 people popped up umbrellas. I started to giggle as the last thing I would have put in my pack was an umbrella and it seemed so crazy to me to hike with an umbrella. As it turned out the canopy in the wonderful scenery kept us from getting very wet plus we did have raingear. That was the only rainy day we had the entire two weeks.

            On another day we took a train to Grindlewald; then it was a ten-minute walk to the gondola station. This gondola is Europe’s longest and it was a half-hour ride for the 6 kilometer 300 meter ride to deposit us at 7317 feet. My travel companion and I shared our gondola with a young Japanese couple on their honeymoon. We conversed some, but we all wanted to listen to the cow bells as we passed over the meadows.

            It was a gorgeous warm sunny day. We stopped part way down at Kleine Scheidegg for a typical Swiss lunch. After lunch we continued our hike to Wegan and somehow as we started a cute little goat was determined to find what was in my pocket. He was not convinced there was no food. It was some time before I could shake him loose. Iit was awesome to be walking in the shadow of the famous Eiger, Monch and Jungfrau.