Meandering Paths (shunning straight rows)

I have visions of meandering paths.  Perennials interspersed with annuals.  Gardens in themes.  Soft grass (or mowed weeds) in the path.  Maybe wood chips.  Maybe pea gravel.  I want to walk upon something soft.  My granddaughter never wears shoes, what would she love to walk on? Hills and secret benches for pondering butterflies.  A pond…

A Field Trip to the Hot Springs

The mountains were alight with the glow that only comes from thick blankets of snow.  An illuminant feel to the air, light and free, while whipping through the valleys of highways to get to our destination.  We had escaped. We didn’t get as much snow as everyone else and we figured if we could get through…