Last Sunday we visited the Conservatoire botanique in Brest. It’s the sort of trip families take on a late Sunday afternoon, just before the garden closes and your kids can run wild before school starts again on Monday.
It’s nice, calm, relaxed, simple, do I dare to use the word, it’s minimalist.
Lately as a family we prefer these sort of trips, just connecting with nature, things that don’t require tickets or long drives or queues. Usually we end up on a beach somewhere, watching the waves crash on the rough Britton shores. But we didn’t feel like driving far, so we decided to go see the Magnolia trees in the botanical garden instead.
And since (in this case especially) pictures say more than words, here is my impression of springtime in the botanical garden of Brest:
Some plants look strange and mysterious.
Tadpoles in the ponds. We plan on returning in a few weeks to check out how many of these have made it.
Palmtrees everywhere. You would think Bretagne has a tropical climate…
Some people really do take every chance to leave an impression.
The garden is about 30 hectares large and sits in a ravine on the outskirts of town.
Can’t resist those Eucalyptus trees.
The Magnolia’s in full bloom. I suspect a lot of flowers were already blown off by the heavy winds we had a week ago, but still plenty left to enjoy.
I love taking close-ups of flowers. The colours are just amazing.
Every colour imaginable, even fragile whites and yellows.
I was so smitten with this bush, that I forgot to take a photo of the entire plant and only made a close-up of one flower.
This pink flowered bush was especially vibrant. It was so extravagantly beautiful, it looked almost vulgar 😉
A fern frond about to uncurl. Now tell me this doesn’t look like alien (yes, I am referring to the film).
Fern leaves so tall and high up in the air, they look somewhat like palm trees.
Well, Elise and Alex, your names are still up there on the Bamboo. When I see something like this it always makes me wonder if the couple is still together or if they have long since separated and this is the only thing that remains of their life together.
I was quite surprised by how much my other half and the offspring enjoyed this trip. After spending just over an hour here, we took a short drive to the Plage du Moulin Blanc, which lies almost across the street from the botanical garden and went for an ice cream.
Perfect ending to a perfect day.