She requested a return to the paths we walked last week, so we headed straight back to the woodland garden. I think I overcompensated this week for my dead camera battery last week – I took dozens of photos as we walked.
This morning was a study in animal behavior, as well as a primer on how many things can be hurled from the trees to the walkways below.
I think I took a dozen photographs of her trying to spot the culprits above us in her Matilda-like stance she frequently assumes.
After the woodland garden, we went to the “deer garden” (as she calls it), because there are layers upon layers of hidden paths. The wildflowers are so delicate, and tiny. I love the scale of them, and looking for little bits of color among the green.
Our last stop on the way out was one of my favorite tucked-away garden spots – I love it because it’s always full of such vibrant colors. It didn’t disappoint this morning.
She can always talk me into a slight detour through the Chinese garden, then we talked to a friend, ran our fingers through a fountain, and scurried off to school. Her apple cider was still warm in the car; she knows to ask for whipped cream on top because it tastes like apple pie a la mode. I finish the last few sips after she walks into school, and they really are delicious.