By Linda Carter
Waiting to be discovered, the island beckons you to slow down and enjoy a while.
Stroll around the downtown, the harbor is front and center. Boats bob on their moorings, bees buzz around the baskets of flowers just dripping with color that hang on every light pole.
http://www.butchartgardens.com Designed to be visited more than once, every season is completely different. Open at 9am, closing hours vary seasonally.
Once abandoned rocks quarry, today the only surviving portion of the old cement factory that can be seen is a tall chimney from a long abandoned kiln. In the early 1900’s workers moved soil by horse and cart to the bottom of the quarry one load at a time. This was the beginning of the bountiful gardens seen today. Now crisscrossed by trails, and awash with blooms, rooms of color each in a different style, await your perusal.
The tulips and hyacinths herald springs arrival. Enjoy the fragrance of thousands of flowers blooming in unison. Rhododendrons provide a backdrop for the tiny grape hyacinths, and daffodils interspersed with flowering cherries.
In autumn leaves turn from green to red, the highlights are the flaming Japanese Maples, chrysanthemums and beautiful dahlias.
As the winter holidays approach, the gardens are bedecked with thousands of lights.
Benches strategically placed invite you to sit, while fountains gurgle and slash, in the background.
Like rooms in a house, different garden rooms string together to form the whole of Butchart Gardens is a place to enjoy for all seasons.