A few weeks ago I mounted ye ole bicycle and headed down to Van Dusen gardens, for two reasons: 1) gardens are awesome and 2) there was a plant sale and entry was free that day…
Seeing as my one-bedroom apartment does not come equipped with a patio, let alone a garden, I have to find other ways to reap my call-to-the-wild, which, in Vancouver, means taking advantage of the green space provided.
Upon my arrival at Van Dusen on a balmy spring afternoon a few things caught my eye: 1) I wasn’t the only one who wanted to reap their call-to-the-wild and 2) the cherry blossoms were out and so were many camera-toting tourists.
One of the most striking difference between Vancouver and some of the other cities I have lived in, primarily Edmonton (which is nick-named “Deadmonton” for a reason that feels appropriate to mention here), is that Vancouver’s year-round lush greenery is one to be envied by the rest of the nation. Don’t forget that when I was traipsing Van Dusen’s gardens in late April and smelling the Rhododendron blossoms, much of the rest of Canada was nestled in a thick coat of snow.
And, although I always defend Edmonton (yes, a shout-out to Old Strathcona and it’s hip underground music scene and stunning river valley trails [see above photo]), I can’t help but guiltily enjoy Vancouver’s ever present flora and fauna. (A slight aside, it’s shocking that when someone asks me where I’m from and I say Edmonton how many people lamely respond, “I’m sorry to hear that”.)
One other observation I had, which was reinstilled during my visit to Van Dusen, was that Vancouver is FULL (and I mean PLEIN!) of Rhododendrons. And I, admittedly, have wrongfully categorized them many times as a Hibiscus or a Magnolia tree. Then again, a botanist I am not.
Tune in soon for Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Garden write-up, or something else that’s riveting.