Open Tuesday - Sunday. Closed Mondays except Monday holidays such as Labor Day and Memorial Day. Closed Christmas and New Year's Day.
April - September 9 a.m. - 7 p.m.*
October - March 9 a.m. - 5 p.m.
*The Garden will remain open until 9:30 p.m. on Tuesday evenings beginning May 4-Oct 31 for Chihuly Nights
Admission:
$12 adults, $9 seniors, $7 students 3-17 and free for children under 3 and for Garden members; On-site parking is free.
Added to JGarden:
7/8/2000
Last Updated:
9/14/2004
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JGarden Description:
While the Japanese Garden is now part of the Atlanta Botanical Garden, its origin actually pre-dates the founding of the botanical garden.
Surrounded on three sides by a wall, built by Japanese artisans, the garden is peaceful and serene. In keeping with Japanese tradition, most of the plants are evergreen, with only a few seasonal accents of vivid color. Visitors will also find "three old friends" typical of Chinese and Japanese gardens: pine and/or stone which symbolize longevity and age, bamboo which is symbolic of resilience against all adversity, and blooming fruit trees which represent youth and renewal of life.
The moon gate is a design feature that originated in China and has been adopted by the Japanese. Through the moon gate and through the round window of the tea house, a vista to the heart of the Japanese garden may be observed. If you step through the moon gate, the legend says one day you will return to that spot.
The pines in the garden are Virginia pines, Pinus virginiana, and trimmed to give the appearance of great age.
Directions
Take I-85/I-75 to Midtown. Exit onto 14th St. and go east. 14th Street deadends into Piedmont Ave. Turn left. ABG's entrance is on the right at the first traffic light.
The Atlanta Botanical Garden is adjacent to Piedmont Park on Piedmont Ave. The entrance is at the traffic light between Monroe and 14th St.
Japan a great stone garden in the sea.
Echoes of hoes and weeding,
Centuries of leading hill-creeks down
To ditch and pool in fragile knee deep fields.
Leafy sunshine rustling on a man
Chipping a foot-square rough hinoki beam;
I thought I heard an axe chop in the woods
It broke the dream; and woke up dreaming on a train.
It must have been a thousand years ago
In some old mountain sawmill of Japan.
A horde of excess poets and unwed girls
And I that night prowled Tokyo like a bear
Tracking the human future
Of intelligence and despair.
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