High Tea in Victoria

Today we are leaving Vancouver Island, again on the Clipper to Seattle. This afternoon we had high (very high) tea at the Empress Hotel. Those pics will be at the end of the post because we saw Butchart Gardens yesterday. That will come first. Both of these excursions are places that my deceased husband visited years ago. He said I had to see them. If he were here, I would be happy to tell him that I have checked those off the list. They are highlights for anyone visiting the island.

Our day started after a good night at the Oswego Hotel. It is one of many hotels that are within walking distance of the harbor. Our two bedroom suite on the corner of the ninth floor had views in two directions. Mountains with snow were visible out my bedroom window and the harbor out the sliding door in the living room. The Oswego is an excellent hotel and I highly recommend it. 

Part of the fun of any new place for Esther and Ryan is to find an interesting coffee shop, with REAL coffee (Esther’s description). Our morning walk took us to Good Earth Coffee, a shop in the Parliamentary Plaza. The coffee shop has to have good pastry too, and this one did. We sat at a ledge table along the picture window and did some people watching. Esther is working on her visual journal every day and got Saturday’s pictures started. 

Our plan was to ride the city bus to Butchart Gardens. The gardens are about 15 miles outside the city so transportation is necessary. The bus runs a regular schedule out there and cost $3 a ride or $6 for a day pass. They accept U.S. dollars so we had an easy time getting on a nearly empty bus. It didn’t stay empty for long. People were standing in the aisles by the time we got outside the city. Most of them got off at the gardens where the line ended. 

The gardens were not disappointing. I might have thought “another garden – how exciting can it be?” But this one was unusual because it was formed in an abandoned quarry. The lady of the Butchart house decided she wanted some gardens. They hired people to design and create some awesome gardenscapes. I can only imagine the work that it was to make a quarry into a place where plants could grow. They started 100 years ago, according to the sign at the entrance. The gardens are now mature and constantly being replanted and updated. Parts of the Butchart house are open to tour and there are concessions and a very nice gift shop. We walked the gardens for over three hours, wishing we were home making gardens just like those!

They must provide employment for a whole army of gardeners. I took dozens of pictures and ran out of battery on my phone. These are only a few of the highlights.

We encountered some of the same people on the bus home that we had seen earlier in the day. There was a group of six young people sitting in the back of the bus with us who were speaking a foreign language. I was listening closely to their chatter to figure out if it was Spanish. It was Portuguese. One of the girls finally noticed and told the boy sitting next to me to start a conversation. They switched to English and we found out who they were. They were college students sponsored by their government in Brazil to come to Canada and learn English. Some of them had been there for a couple months already and spoke very well. What nice kids they were! That little bit of international connection made the bus ride special for me. 

This morning we took our time at the hotel. It was partly because Esther had brought a jigsaw puzzle fup rom the lobby and we had started it in our room on the kitchen counter. We sorted the edge pieces, did the border and some of the easier sections of it before going to bed.  The rest was looking like it would be very difficult. And it was. But there were three of us and it just wasn’t the right thing to leave it. We worked on it right up to check out time and got it done. Teamwork and anti-puzzle-abandonment syndrome in play. 

We DO NOT give up.

We checked our bags at the hotel and walked around the city for a couple of hours. Our reservation for tea at the Empress Hotel was at 1 pm. We had time for hat shopping. I never wear hats at home but somehow, when I’m with Esther I end up doing uncommon things.  I’m going to wear hats this year and remember that I bought them in Victoria.

Don’t we look so very French? Roberta’s Hats in Victoria

The Empress Hotel is old and grand. We were escorted to the perfect table for us, in a corner away from the buzz of the crowd. We each chose a tea and our waiter brought the pots, put them on the warmers and started the three minute timer. There was the expected amount of pomp and elegance. I felt special because when do I ever get cucumber sandwiches at home? The desserts were very elegant. It was high tea and not really a meal, but there was enough that I felt full. I’m not sure what everything was but I ate it all. 

We had time to walk back to the hotel and get our luggage, rest a bit and walk to the Clipper 5 for the ride back to Seattle. That’s where I am now, writing this summary of my trip to Victoria. One more day in Seattle before going back to Las Vegas to join Kevin again. I will miss my Washington kids. This two weeks has gone so fast!

From the back of the Seattle Clipper on the way home.

The Wedding of 10/10/2020, post 2

The “process”, as one reader said it, of putting on a wedding concludes in this post. The post is long, but ends well, and we all need happy endings in this pandemic year. You will see the beginning of a love story in the video that closes out the post. Don’t miss it!

It’s not everyday you get to wear a “bride-to-be” banner!

Next up was the bridal shower. There’s just something so celebratory about a bridal shower that there has to be one. The groom’s family not only has an expert event host mom, but also three sisters-in-law so you know they have experience in bridal showers. Decorations, fancy (delicious) food, friends from different walks of life, and semi-embarrassing shower games to make the bride-to-be blush a bit. Perfect. I was glad to be on the scene for this.

The next week was busy for me. It was the week that I finished the alterations on the wedding gown and broke my wrist, thankfully in that order. It was also the week we started watching Hurricane Delta head toward Louisiana. The beautiful fall weather we had been having was predicted to turn into a tropical depression and pass over the wedding venue on the day of the wedding. I got a little nervous since we had no plan for an indoor ceremony. I added another small tent (the only one available) to our order and the rental company brought them both out a day early. They didn’t want to risk putting them up in the rain.

It might have made a good photo prop, but we were thankful for the friends who got it started and out of there.

Thursday and Friday were bordering on hectic. Pop up tents had been borrowed and the decision was made to keep all the smaller shelters bordering the main tent where the reception would be held. The ceremony was still going to be planned for the open field. I didn’t count, but all the tents got moved at least twice as the configuration changed from one moment to the next. People were arriving to help trim trees, hang lights, and set up tables. The large diesel tractor, doing some landscaping work, stalled and quit right next to the proposed buffet serving area. So in the midst of this, the bride and several of her girlfriends who had arrived early for the rehearsal that night, did what girls in bridal parties do – they escaped to high tea at the O’Henry Hotel in Greensboro. What a nice relief!

The rehearsal in the late afternoon and the dinner following got a couple more rituals checked off our list. We all met the minister with the Scottish brogue, and got put in our places, including the baby donkey chosen as the ring bearer. As he was pulled down the aisle, resisting all the way, another layer of risk seemed obvious. The weather might not be the only wild card.

So cute, but he had no idea what was expected of him. He behaved fairly well during the ceremony though.

Saturday dawned, the day of the wedding. At this point, there were so many details yet to be decided and attended to that it could have been frightening. It was raining lightly. I can only tell you that I had an unreasonable peace and trust that it would all come together, because the concerns had been given to God and I knew he meant to give Julia a good wedding. I left to get myself and the father of the bride dressed.

I couldn’t have imagined the changes that took place – all the beautiful flowers that arrived, and the astounding transformation in the reception tent and the field where the ceremony was to be. Family and friends had pitched in to create a miracle. And the rain had let up, giving us a brief window of dryness.

As we watched the weather radar, the ceremony started. At one point, a song was omitted from the program to speed things along. During the last five minutes we began to feel an occasional raindrop. But it wasn’t until we were dismissed and headed to the safety of the reception tent that the rain really began in earnest. By that time we were so in awe of the beauty of the ceremony and the happiness of the bride and groom, and the timing of it all, that no one cared. Let it rain.

Again, an amazing video captured most of the best moments for us and I share it with you here. You will see us dancing, which was one of the bride’s “must have” features of this celebration. We feasted and danced as the North Carolina rain ran under the edges of the big white tent and met the red clay soil of River Bend Farm. It was wonderful.

Click this link. Video is 3:35 minutes. The wedding of Julia Dietz and Kevin Shanahan

And the next day, I relived it as I spent a lot of time washing red mud out of the hem of a beautiful white dress. Just sayin’…