This past Friday, I had the privilege of a wonderful start to my day; a visit to my dear eye doc’s garden. Located on a one acre lot on a rather steep slope, it’s a cake of many layers. Near the house, it’s a beautifully styled and manicured garden with exquisite hardscaping. (More on that some other time.) As you serpentine your way down, the garden gradually transitions to forest. The fern lined path plods along under a low tree canopy toward the next turn. As you descend, the trees get larger.
The large tree trunks below are magnificent! I tried putting my arms around one, but could cover less than half. A little bit further down, there is a clearing. On this particular. somewhat cold, overcast morning, it exuded a feeling of quiet mystery. For me, this week, the brightness at the end of that path still instills hope. We’re in the home stretch, and looking at this scene calms both heart and soul. All will be well in the world.