It’s so perfect, it looks like a painting.
I hadn’t expected such a bounty of grapes.
To pile rocks is so intrinsically human.
This plant just won’t give up.
Somewhere behind these clouds, the sun is up.
This beach find is remarkable.
I mean, just look at that face.
All these years and I never noticed.
My cereal is being profound this morning.
The bright gleam above the dome catches my eye.
Moments like these are why I write this column.
You know we had to walk this trail.
Why am I so captivated by them?
There’s a specific reason why I love this place.
I’m not ready to leave the garden.