Images from the Rose Garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens

Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens, with Canon PowerShot images from the rose garden specifically, was the first scheduled stop on my vacation.

“Vacation” defined: As of Sunday, the Post Office had my mail on hold for a week. That’s it. I’m on vacation! Whee! It’s amazing how much weight is lifted from one’s shoulders by simply cutting off the flow of incoming mail. By 11:30 p.m. on Sunday, Rowdy and I were bombing down the highway, hammer down, westbound. Rowdy is a paint-faded 1996 GMC half ton pickup with a quarter million miles on the odometer, featuring a transmission that’s been rebuilt twice, an engine that’s still going strong without any rebuilding at all, and the most comfortable ride anyone could ask.

We (Rowdy and I) drove through the night, crossing the entire state of Washington under a pall of wildfire smoke, and stopped to fill the tank at a Shell station in Issaquah on Monday morning before plunging into the congested SeaTac metro area. While fuel was flowing merrily through the nozzle, I relaxed, studying the sign. Jackson’s Shell. I finally realized the name of the business was Jackson’s Shell. But that had not been clear at first. After topping off the tank and parking Rowdy out of the way, I went back into the convenience store for the pure fun of it. Two men were on duty behind the counter, congenial types I’d already met when obtaining the key to the men’s room. “I finally realized, this is Jackson’s Shell, right?”

They both nodded, so I went for it. “I figured that out, but it wasn’t clear at first. The esses are really stylized, just kind of wavy things. For the longest time, I honestly believed this place was named “Jack On” Shell.”

The guys absolutely lost it. I headed back to the truck, delighted at having made their day.

By 10:30 a.m., I was at SeaTac Botanical Gardens, where I remained for four solid hours, taking photos, wandering the trails, sitting on benches, contemplating, coming away in the end with more than 150 images preserved in the camera and a sense of well being throughout my being.

Originally, I had planned to include many different images in this post, but that proved to be impossible. Besides the rose garden, there are so many other features to the Botanical Gardens that attempting to load pictures from all of them would have absolutely bogged this page down. Few computers would have been able to view the page at all. There is a Japanese garden. There are countless trails through massive trees, some covered in ivy from ground to crown, some wearing braided, woody vines five inches thick that make the Tarzan stories ever so believable. Blackberries abound. An iron bench sits near a small stream complete with a miniature waterfall, a pool covered with lily pads and inhabited with large goldfish. The rose garden is the crown jewel, but there is so much, much more. Another post later, perhaps, featuring other images.

But this one is all about roses.

Fair Warnings:

1. If you don’t use GPS (which I don’t), it’s a good idea to plot your route to the Gardens on a map before making the drive. It’s an up and down and all around sort of journey to get there. Nearby streets are hilly and curvy in the extreme.

2. Bring a spare grocery bag. All too many inconsiderate people have discarded trash in this sacred place. I found a discarded bag and used it to hold several items but will do more next time. Aluminum cans, paper products, and more can be found within arm’s reach of the trails. One can was even stuck in the fork of a tree.

3. Location, location, location? The Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens sits directly beneath a major departure path from the airport. During the entire time I was there, jets rumbled overhead, outbound, every couple of minutes.

4. A sign in the parking lot states,


Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens. This bloom appears to be emitting light from within itself.

The LED screen on my camera seldom…okay, never does justice to pictures after they’ve been taken. It was a joy to see what these images really looked like after being uploaded to the computer. That didn’t happen for a while, though. A couple of weeks back, the computer quit recognizing the camera when it was connected via USB cable. Or so I thought. Anyway, the camera icon would no longer show up on the taskbar and it took a while to figure out what to do about that.

But the wait was worth it.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

For visitors who need a break every now and then, there’s a senior center with available restrooms right across the parking lot. Very convenient. On the day I was there, the heavy smoke haze overhead was also helpful. It allowed me to avoid a nasty sunburn.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

Rose garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens.

Do I intend to visit again someday? Yes. Yes, I do. For one thing, there are trails I’ve not yet explored. Would I recommend the Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens to others? Yes, absolutely. If you’re a guy who finds his dates online, what better place to meet face to face for the first time? Totally romantic, dude. If it works out, love at first sight, you might even want to get married there.

8 thoughts on “Images from the Rose Garden at Highline SeaTac Botanical Gardens

  1. A well designed and maintained botanical garden is a blessing! 😀
    Thanks for sharing, Ghost!
    Having grown up close to the the huge Bronx Botanical Garderns in NYC and the gorgeous Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, I can relate to your post. Did you ever visit the desert setting botanical garden on the road from Phoenix to Sedona? (don’t remember the exact name)
    it is fascinating ! As is Frank LLoyd Wright’s museum and old school buildings….
    Take care!

  2. No, Manny,I’ve never visited any desert botanical garden–nor do I want to. I’ve been on that Phoenix-to-Sedona road a time or two, but never with sightseeing on the agenda. I admire the desert for what it is, yet at the same time I’m not a fan of it…if that makes any sense. But I surely do agree about the blessing part.

  3. Loved seeing the roses. I have several different colors now. Some of them are quite unusual. Dennis got me a couple and they got planted when the ramp off the back deck was finished. One of them is lavender on one side of the plant, and white on the other side. The other one is a deep peach color. Rodger got me a rose tree in red, and planted it out there. I had a beautiful miniature one in bright yellow, but when my faucet broke and I had problems getting it fixed, it got drowned. Rodger and Daniel got me a full sized yellow one to replace it. I also had a mint green miniature and a climbing Joseph’s Coat, but I had problems with my roses this last winter and lost several of them. I think I killed them because I didn’t get them watered often enough. Depression really sucks. He is working on making it beautiful again.
    Pam has several different colors of roses in her yard now. Rodger dug another one out of the overgrowth of thyme bushes. It looks like it might bloom before long now. We will see if he can save any more of her flowering bushes. If there is life in them, he will save them. She is delighted with them.
    I went to Cheekwood Botanical Gardens when we lived by Nashville. Rodger was just 17, so that gives you an idea about how long ago that was. It was magnificent, and we wanted to go back, but stuff happened. They had an Oriental Garden area too, and Rodger and I have implemented several of those ideas and the English garden ideas in my yard.

  4. Happy to hear you enjoyed the rose photos, Becky. It really impresses me that roses will grow in the Arizona desert, and Rodger’s wizardry with them impresses me even more. Until you told me, I had no idea that Pam had “hidden” roses bushes under the thyme…not that I would have known what thyme looked like if it wasn’t in a spice bottle at the store.

    Yes, depression does suck. I’ve only had one serious bout of that since my teen years, but that was enough to keep me from ever forgetting. Such a dark night of Soul was the inspiration for a song I wrote much later, somewhere in the mid-nineties. It begins,

    I look down at the windswept road
    Conscious only of my heavy load
    Uncertain how to open my spiritual eye
    Blowing dust and dirt go by
    Swirling dead leaves still trying to fly
    The way back home is something I ought to know

  5. I tend to go into deep depressions when someone I really love and count on dies. My mom, dad, and Dennis were in that category. I never realized how much I leaned on him, until he was no longer there.

  6. That’s hardly uncommon. Though it hasn’t happened to me (yet, knock on wood), it certainly does to Pam, and to a whole lot of other people. My best friend here in Deer Lodge has certainly been struggling with it since his mom’s passing.

  7. Ghost, the shots you took are amazing. I love the dew droplets on the petals. The roses are so vivid I can almost smell them. I’m sure you were in olfactory heaven!

    I really enjoyed this tour. I hope you post more photos of the other areas you explored. It looks like it was a very peaceful journey.

  8. I’m sitting here laughing, Sha. Believe it or not, I was so focused on the visuals that I never once paid attention to the smells. Did NOT “stop and smell the roses” even one little bit, despite being officially on vacation. That likely says something about me, but I’m not sure I want to know what. 😀

    Thanks for reminding me to post photos of the other areas. I’d already gotten distracted and forgotten all about it. Might get started writing on that yet tonight. It’s only 1:00 a.m. and there are only three more things I need to get done before starting a new post….

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