
This tree and these blooms carry beautifully painful memories as the last time I saw a friend this tree was in bloom. Miss you Jason.

This tree and these blooms carry beautifully painful memories as the last time I saw a friend this tree was in bloom. Miss you Jason.

We found this monarch. It was barely able to move. Probably at the end of its magical life.

Adventuring through our second home at the gardens.


Reading “Happy Times in Noisy Village” in the shade of some big trees.