The San Francisco Botanical Garden Membership Contest

The San Francisco Botanical Garden Membership Contest

Many of you have seen my pictures and posts from the San Francisco Botanical Garden.

It is a wonderful place and, though I don't have a membership, the charge for non-resident

seniors is $5.00/visit which I think is very fair.  Many of you have also seen the incredible

photographs done by Joanne Olivieri, my dear friend, whose blog, Poetic Shutterbug, is

truly a work of art.  Her macro photography of flowers, bees and and other creatures, and,

of course, her poetry, are artistic treasures.  She is actively involved at the Garden,

volunteering and working with their Facebook page.

The Garden is now sponsoring a membership contest which is drawing to a close, winner

to be announced on Sunday, September 12, 2010.

I've copied this information directly from the San Francisco Botanical Garden Facebook

page:

"San Francisco Botanical Garden We are excited to announce our MEMBERSHIP CONTEST GIVEAWAY!!! In honor of our 70th year Anniversary. The winner of this contest will receive a one year Garden Lover

membership valued at $125.00.


Becoming a member of the SFBGS allows you not only the privilege of keeping the gardens flourishing but you will also receiv...e special benefits such as,


Free or discounted admission to over 250 botanical gardens across the United States,


Subscription to our eNewsletter “In the Garden,"


10% Discount on all SFBGS purchases (classes, plants, tours, books, etc.)


10% Discount at over 75 Bay


Area nurseries and SO MUCH MORE... For details on our membership levels you can go to our website, or click the Discussions tab on this page and click on the Membership Levels link, or email me directly at joanneolivieri@sbcglobal.net for a detailed description.


This contest is open to everyone, worldwide even if you are already a member. Here are the contest rules:

1. Tell us, during your first visit to the gardens, what was your favorite flower, plant or garden area. If you have never been to our garden, tell us what flower, plant or garden you would be excited to see.


You can write a blurb, an essay, a poem or anything you like. Be as creative as possible. You may include photos or even a video. All you need to do is post your entry on our Facebook wall and if you have a photo or video you would like to include, use the little icons on the wall to post them along with your entry.


We realize you may not have enough room on these wall posts for your entry. So, if you have a blog you may post your entry on your blog and copy and paste that blog post link to our wall.


The contest begins today - 8/19/10 and will end on 9/12/10. The winner will be announced on 9/13/10.


The entries will be judged on quality and creativity. Give us your best and good luck to all."

Below is my entry:

San Francisco Botanical Garden

San Francisco has a treasure,

That is here for all to see,

It is filled with nature’s beauty,

An oasis of tranquility.

 

One can while away the hours,

And travel continents far away,

By seeing their plants and flowers,
Which the Garden brings your way.

Stop off in South America,

And see the giant gunnera leaf,

Stand under it in a deluge,

To keep you dry beyond belief!

Pay a visit to California,

And see Matilija poppies white,

The towering, crinkly blossoms,

Are an unforgettable sight!

 

See the majestic proteus,

There are both queens and kings,

This flower from South Africa,

Is one of the prettiest things!

Majestic trees, bumble bees,

Squirrels and Canadian geese,
In this lovely garden setting,

One feels a sense of peace.

The library and the bookstore,

Have all you’ll ever need,

To acquire a gardener’s expertise,

As long as you can read!

 

Enjoy it and support it,

For it is meant for you,

The San Francisco Botanical Garden,

Is like a dream come true.

Carmen Henesy

Copyright (c) 2010 by Carmen Henesy

All rights reserved.

Buried Treasure - Magpie Tales - Tuesday, 5-18-10

Melanie got home about midnight, exhausted.  She missed the wonderful cool San Francisco temperatures and the diversity of the city by the Bay.  Her year at the California Culinary Institute had gone by in a blur and her series of jobs at mediocre restaurants since her return to Atlanta had been nothing but disappointments.  Ben still hadn't arrived from his evening shift as a concierge at the Buckhead Ritz Carlton.  They planned an early start to head out into the country in hopes of finding something suitable to open as a bed and breakfast.  They  put every cent into savings for this purpose and, when Melanie's father died, the sale of his small house was earmarked for for the bed and breakfast fund as well.  Their wedding, once again, was postponed.

Every weekend, for the past six months, they had looked at real estate ads and driven to see properties within two hours of Atlanta, that showed any promise of fulfilling their dream.  Nothing was ever suitable, mainly because the prices were so exhorbitant.  They got up at 7AM on Saturday and, after a delicious spinach, gruyere torte and strong French dark roast coffee, ventured out into the blistering heat.  Three hours later, spirits sagging, after seeing  three disappointing old houses, they turned down a road, overgrown with kudzu and blackberry vines.  Wild honeysuckle grew everywhere and the heady fragrance hung heavily in the hot air.  They passed a large lake, then turned down a wide, rutted dirt drive lined with oak and magnolia and there before them was a huge house.  It had white columns and and a large verandah that ran the entire length of the house.  The second story had several balconies, two that clearly needed repair.  Melanie drew in her breath.  It looked like a scene from "Gone With the Wind."

The realtor met them a half hour later and took them through the house, an antebellum home that had been built in 1850.  The male members of the original family had not survived the Civil War but the home had been kept in the family until World War II.  The house had been sold to

five buyers since that time but had been empty since 1980.  There had been some vandalism

in the years since and the old mansion definitely needed renovation.  The current owners were asking $150,000 for the house, the outhouses and the ten acres of land.  Melanie and Ben did not hesitate and immediately put in an offer.  They knew it would take them a great deal of work but they could see the finished product, with its ten bedrooms, the huge ballroom, the parlor, large kitchen, dining room, and spacious grounds.  They would do a good deal of the work themselves and, eventually, Magnolia Manor, would open to paying guests.

A year later, their savings were nearly exhausted but most of the work was complete.  Melanie and Ben had taken on the task of  making a back garden behind the house. They were digging in the yard near the old root cellar when Ben's shovel hit something.  Several hours later, they had unearthed four trunks.  Fading gold initials on each showed the monogram, JLM, the initials of the wife of the owner of Magnolia Manor.  Excitedly, Melanie and Ben opened the trunks and went through the contents.  One was packed with twenty-four place settings of exquisite blue Minton willow china, complete with two dozen serving pieces.  Another trunk held a beautiful lace wedding gown and veil. Inside the third trunk lay two dozen pieces of what appeared to be very expensive jewelry.  It was later appraised at $300,000 in value - an incredible diamond and ruby necklace with matching bracelet and ring, a beautiful diamond solitaire ring and matching band, a diamond tiara, an emerald and diamond necklace and a matching bracelet and ring.

On New Year's eve, Melanie and Ben were married in the ballroom at Magnolia Manor.  She wore the dress and veil that had been hidden in the buried trunk at the start of the Civil War and the diamond solitaire and diamond band were on her finger.  The first Manor guests  feasted on the Willow china that week, dining on a superb menu prepared by the resident chef, Melanie Bowman.  It seems that dreams really can come true.