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Listening to a Garden

By | January 29, 2016
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High in the volcanic hills of Matinique lies Jardin de Balata, a magnificent botanical garden containing several thousand kinds of tropical plants.  Named for the tree from which latex once was extracted to make golf balls, the garden was begun in 1982 by Jean-Philippe Thoze, a horticulturist, though his creation seems to have been the work of a composer.

Credit: John Tindale
Credit: John Tindale

The garden contains some three hundred types of palm, which our Smithsonian Journeys Expert, Dubliner Patrick “Paddy” Bowe emphatically teaches us are not trees because their trunks contain fiber, not wood.  (I’ll wager a pint o’ Guinness that none of us ever says “palm tree” again.) 

As we follow behind Paddy like students on an outing with their headmaster, it soon becomes obvious how many of the terms he uses to describe and explain vegetation derive from musical interpretation.

Credit: John Tindale
Credit: John Tindale

The path we walk winds melodically past various themes, groups of plants that often create harmony and texture between upper leaves, which allow dappled sunlight to filter down, and lower plants punctuated by exotic flowers and variegated leaves.  Throughout, hummingbirds pause and dart.  There’s rhythm in a staccato line of very tall palms, even syncopation between shorter palms evenly spaced and set back from their primary row.  The massive roots of a mahogany tree remind one of a whole section of low, ominous double basses.

Credit: John Tindale
Credit: John Tindale

Indeed, the overall impression of this stunning display of beauty is not unlike listening to a symphony orchestra, and in my informal poll among other travelers, Jardin de Balata is voted the favorite of all the botanical gardens we’ve visited on six islands during our Caribbean cruise aboard Sea Cloud.  

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John Tindale

John Tindale was born in California, grew up in New York and now lives in South Carolina, because it doesn’t snow there. About a year ago he was bitten by the travel bug. In July he went white-water rafting on the frigid Colorado River down through the whole Grand Canyon, which was spectacular. The waterfalls and Little Colorado were warmer. In September, Symphony on the Blue Danube more than fulfilled his interests in the history of World War II and classical music. In March Treasures of South Africa introduced him to vintage Rovos Rail travel, many wild animals, countless friendly people and the Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, where continual mist falls as rain on a sunny day, which reminds him of a song by Creedence Clearwater Revival. His suitcase remains open and ready for packing.

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