We took the garden tour. It was actually half garden, half home-and-garden (e.g., guest house, pool, pool house, et cetera). Here are some pictures I took of the garden which is a Mediterranean-English pastiche.
And even though we were on the garden tour, other tours got to see parts of the garden that we did not. So, whatever.
Despite being in citrus-unfriendly Sunset Zone 17, the garden's 1600 ft. elevation must keep it above the influence of summer fog. All the citrus trees were loaded with fruit.
Some gardener planted a single Gleditsia triacanthos in the place of a tree that died. It's nice with Leptospermum scoparium (although those kinds of contrasts have nothing to do with a Mediterranean garden), but it wrecks the garden design's Renaissance-inspired symmetry and they're going to remove it. (Sorry--no picture of the de-symmetrization effect.)
Rose standards are deeply unappealing--most plant standards are--but I thought it was interesting to see them tied to the stake with a band of twine. I guess they had to use something before the arrival of nursery tape.
Lots of statuary went unphotographed by me, but I did get a couple of the sarcohphagi. One is original, and the other is a reproduction.
Hearst believed garden sculpture should be delightful--the nude gold woman on top of the pedestal is looking at a frog she's holding in her hand.
If I understood the docent correctly, the Romneya coulteri is from the original landscaping.
The California trip ends. Some final thoughts in the Epilogue, and more pitcures of Lotusland, here.