VISIT
Bellingrath
Gardens
CHARM SPOT of the DEEP SOUTH
On Isle-Aux-Oies (Fowl) River
Admission—$2.00
(Including Tax)
OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
THE YEAR ’ROUND
MOBILE, ALABAMA
Bellingrath Gardens ...
on Isle-Aux-Oies (Fowl) River ... Mobile
The world-famed Bellingrath Gardens unfold theiracres of glowing, brilliant colors along the windingbanks of the Isle-Aux-Oies River about twenty milesfrom the town of Old Mobile, and about one milefrom famous Mobile Bay.
No gardens these that have been planted and seasonedwith bygone centuries, but a young andvirile landscape fraught with patriarchs of bushestransplanted by the thousands from old-time gardens.It was planned and created by the work and lovingcare of Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Bellingrath, and broughtto breath-taking beauty and nature’s most perfectsetting of Southern shrubs and foliage and toweringage-old oaks. And once within the magic portals ofthis place, enchantment grows with every turn alongthe flower-banked way—for here dwells beauty—unfoldedin the myriad brilliant blooms on every hand.
Ethereal Azaleas and Camellias are everywhere,and Gardenias and Sweet Olive fill the air with perfumethat lingers along with memories of this famousgarden spot. Bridal-like pathways are strewn withfalling petals from the fragrant fragile flowers, andmajestic arms of giant oaks—gray draped withmystic Spanish moss—form cavelike arches overhead.The roses have a corner of their own, whereround and round in pattern of a giant RotarianWheel they flaunt their gorgeous colors in strongyoung buds. Old lavender Wisteria festoons itsway along the redolent magnolia trees and brilliantblue Hydrangeas and Altheas and dogwood add aglory all their own to their respective seasons. Mostevery tree and shrub that likes the gentle clime alongthe Gulf has made its home within the hundredacres encompassed by the Bellingrath Gardens andfound therein the care that lends an added beautyto their untamed growth. The clinging tendrils ofa thousand vines have wound their way along thefriendly branches of the trees, and woven round3their heads a mesh to keep the troubles of a distraughtworld from penetrating into this place ofbeauty, quietude and peace.
Quaint flagstone walks lead down to the ripplingriver—or off again to loiter by the lake to watch thegliding swans along the lily pads, or see the thousandyell