~the front garden, by the gate~
Meetings. Good ones. Bad ones. New grants discussed, pondered - ideas discussed and some decisions...almost made. Just move forward, right? Interesting analyses shared, enthusiasms shared, problems shared. Just a day. Rich days...a richness that encompasses both sides of a hastily tossed coin.
After such a day, there is nothing sweeter than returning to a garden that is in bloom, that is emerging, that is filled with new well-worn paths made by happy pointers - with cedar waxwings visiting in the morning as I left for the day - and still around upon my return. The garden as a much-needed sanctuary from the richness of the day.