Anybody with the stamina and dare I say the optimism to marry six times is nothing if not energetic. Ganna Walksa was certainly that–and a visionary as well. Her beauty was legend, her voice sublime, her past a touch scandalous, and her portrait a gift from the czar of Russia. But her most fabulous legacy is Lotusland. Prepare to swoon.
I had looked forward to this outing in Montecito, California, for weeks, instigated by lovely new friend and fellow blogger Cynthia Spivey together with another fab friend and fellow blogger Hollye Jacobs. We even let our husbands come.
After hours, just us, very special. Cynthia is a former board member, which has its perks.
You know it’s going to be a good evening when–before you even see the garden–you walk onto a porch where awaiting you are these hors d’oeuvres next to a chilling magnum of rosé, whipped up by hostess Cynthia who also this summer began whipping up a delicious recipe-slash-memoir blog called The Water Is Smiling, which you will love.
You may be noticing about now that these photos are filtered, magically transforming them from mediocre to mildly interesting. After spending a good long while and $9.99 on the photo filter app Analog, I proceeded to process every one of these on Camera Plus. Just don’t even ask.
As I mentioned, Hollye Jacobs of The Silver Pen was also along. Her wonderful blog makes my day. Hollye has a camera the size of a station wagon and takes amazing, very professional photos. I get insecure just thinking about it.
I have a camera the size of an iPhone.
Hence, the filters. A gimmick. Oh, woe. Sooner or later one is exposed for the mediocre photographer one is, but humor her.
The aloe garden with its pool and giant clam shell fountain is enchanting and extraordinary at once. The border is encrusted with abalone shells.
Lotusland is especially acclaimed for its cycads, some of which are extinct in the wild and therefore highly collectible. Theft is a serious concern. Seriously.
Have you ever wondered that the more you learn about plants the more you learn about crazy people?
But okay, cycads are prehistoric. Dinosaur hors d’oeuvres (because Cynthia wasn’t around then). They look like palms but aren’t. Palms produce flowers and set seeds, often covered in a fruity layer, like dates or coconuts. Cycads are way older than palms and have cones that produce seeds sans coating.
There is a bee inside this one. If it were taken with Hollye’s camera you could see the bee’s knees.
And here, ladies and gentlemen, is one heck of a heliconia.
Would you believe there is a Heliconia Society International? Who joins it, you might ask. But when you see plants like this you understand. This thing should have its own zip code. Gwen said it blooms like this about once every 20 years, but when it goes, baby, it goes–for five or six months.
Here it is closer up.
Good night puti fountain. I love puti.
Good night, cacti.
Go to Lotusland when you can, as I have barely skimmed the surface here. And meanwhile treat yourself to its (and Madame Walska’s!) fascinating history, here. And here is a terrific article on The Many Husbands of Ganna Walska,on LuxeEcoLiving.com.
Thank you wonderful Spiveys, Jacobses, and Gwen.
Oh–and this just in fro a thoughtful and energetic, garden-loving reader and writer, who asked me to share the link to his wonderful “55 Botanic Gardens To See Before You Die,” and I am happy to do so.