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Heathcote Botanical Gardens
Name:Heathcote Botanical Gardens 

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Address:210 Savannah Road 
Mailing Address: 
City:Ft. Pierce 
Postal Code:34982 
Latitude/Longitude:lat=27.417619; long=-80.322748
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Weather:current weather 
Phone:+1.561.464.4672 (Gift Shop at 464.0323) 
Designer(s):Molly Crimmins 
Contruction Date:1960's 
Hours:9am - 5pm, Tues - Sat; open until 8:30pm on Thursdays during the summer 
Admission:Adults, $3 
Added to JGarden:1/1/1999 
Last Updated:8/5/2002 
Sources:Heathcote Botanical Gardens 
JGarden Description:This modestly-sized botanical garden began as a commercial nursery in the 1940's and 50's to support the practice of landscape architect, Molly Crimmins. She designed and installed the Japanese garden in the 1960's. The house was moved here around the same time. This is a small site, but there is a great deal compressed into the small space. In addition the Japanese and other gardens, there is a bonsai garden. Both the Japanese garden and the bonsai garden are maintained by a local bonsai society. 

Saihoji Temple, Kyoto
Actuality is emblem here: a walled-in garden
With its hieroglyph of the heart a lake with lotuses,
And its stones and trees a figure of ascent
From painted maze and sensuous paradise
To the Pure Land of the mind, the interior garden.
All paths wind inward to this inward mirror --
Reflecting-pool of primitive solitude --
Where the mind, quiescent, meditates its shadow,
In the garden's Heart this cipher of the heart.

Some bonze cropped bald by wisdom's scythe, to glean
In Chinese glaosses on the Sakya sage
Reality's scattered kernels, planted here
A green and less laborious commentary:
Perpetual witness of the perfect stillness.

Only the moss speaks still, a living scroll;
From the lakeshore to the hillside a silver-green
Page of continuous discourse where the foot moves
More soundlessly that thought along the paths laid
Over ten centuries ago
For the saints rehearsing sutras.

Their path unfolding in a single text,
They moved on an obscure way more quietly
Than the arhat's mantras or the lohan's prayer;
And bruised no stone, no grasses in their passing,
The ground of their desire inviolate.

Nameless, they merged into indifferent turf,
Engrossed in one impartite grace of green,
Their separate deaths lost in this single life --
Men without memory, without distinction.
Though earth assumes them like a scroll rolled up,
The path is fragrant still because they passed here.

  John M. Steadman
  20th Century

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