Turning Japanese

The wrists may ache from pruning wisteria and one learns the essence of impermanence when raking leaves out of pebbled pathways only to watch more leaves and needles fall or be blown in by the wind, but the Japanese Garden cannot be beat for breathtaking loveliness. Every view is killer. You can look up, down or sideways, no matter.



And an Oriental Lily just blooming in my box at the children's garden..