I went to the garden late on Sunday afternoon to get rid of a bad case of the grouchies. These had taken hold after a morning and afternoon of church and running around doing errands that had left me tired and annoyed (not the church part, just the running around part). I was really just irritated that the laundry and dish fairies had bypassed our house while we were gone, and the piles were all still there upon return. Who wants to switch out loads of lights when the light outside is so very warm and brilliant on the trees? So I stormed out and tried to return back an hour later with a better attitude. For the most part it worked, and the gift of a good fall walk should never be underestimated. Man, I love this garden.