The grounds of the park were covered with low grasses and flowering plants superbly adapted to life where icy winds and salty sea spray blow, where conditions could be described as harsh, but the word 'harsh' would be minimizing the adverse effect of the environment. In spite of this, the often tiny flowers were beautiful, and the leaves glossy and green.
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| I looked carefully, but could not find a flower on this plant. It was growing on the steep slope, next to the staircase we climbed. |
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| This reminded me of yarrow. Next photo shows how small it was. |
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| I should have brought a ruler or placed a coin to show size. Instead, I asked Carolyn to put her hand next to the flower. |
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| This was probably the densest mat of leaves I had ever seen. The next photo shows how it grows, sort of creeping along, covering everything. |
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| It would be interesting to return here in about 5 years to see what this looks like. |
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| Something so delicate grows in this relentlessly harsh environment. |
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