Royal Botanic Gardens Hobart

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Royal Botanic Gardens Hobart, a set on Flickr.

There are many websites,booklets and pamphlets listing Hobart’s tourist attractions, but on not one of them did I find the Botanic Gardens listed.Which is a crying shame because a visit here was one of the highlights of our trip.

To say the gardens are beautiful would be a massive understatement. The sheer variety of plants alone doesn’t account for their charm.They are split into little bioshpeheres (Chinese garden, Japanese garden, french, native etc.) that seamlessly meld into one another whilst somehow keeping their unique geographical locus unblemished. Thanks to Tasmania’s climate and plentiful waterfall, there are water features aplenty and plants growing, blossoming, spectacular all year round.I would love to visit in spring when all the flowers would be in bloom, but even in late summer there was no shortage of marvellous flora.

The trees were especially impressive.It can be so easy to overlook trees, but nobody in their right mind could ever do anything but stop and stare at the massive golden elm outside the vege patch, , the huge conifers flanking the archway, or the stunted, convoluted dragon tree tucked away in the chinese garden.These gardens are home to Pete’s vege patch, of Better Homes & Gardens fame from Australian TV (which to be honest was, in my opinion, the least impressive display of the botanical gardens) and a subantarctic plant house ,replete with seabird and seal noises and subantarctic temperatures (which, in my opinion, was one of the best displays in the botanical gardens).

To top it all off, there is a restaurant with typical, exceptional fresh Tasmanian food that just inundates you with sheer flavour at every bite (be sure to order more than 2 scones, you won’t be able to stop eating them) and a charming little gift shop with everything from seeds to high end jewellery. The staff of course, were wonderful and friendly: the view across the Domain Highway andover the Derwent river appropriately stunning. Altogether, a place I will be sure to visit again.

See the Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens website here.

Eyereports Birthday Calendar

Birthday Calendar, free download

I always have issues remembering birthdays, so I created this calendar today. Its got no years to it, because, well, birth dates hardly change. Its in 12 pages of half A4 format, and can be bound either as a booklet or as a flip calendar. The link below is to the pdf version; the original file was created in Publisher 2010 and if you want to customise it drop me an email and I’ll send it to you. I’m going to use it for birthdays but essentially this could be used for any sort of regular reminder.

I printed and laminated mine and plan to stick it on the kitchen wall and scrawl dates onto it throughout the year: the aim is that by thsi time next year all the birthdays I need to remember will be on it, and I’ll never have to apologise, think up a poor excuse or do a 11th hour present run again!

Click here to download the Eyereports Birthday Calendar-pdf file

 

desert rose

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desert rose, a photo by gomagoti on Flickr.

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire

Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die

And near the flames

The shadows play in the shape of  man’s desire

This desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

This fire burns

I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I close my eyes

The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose

This memory of hidden hearts and souls

This desert flower

This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

-Sting