Traveling can be Bittersweet

A heavy fog shrouded the park this morning. In places it was thick, conjuring up images of England and a Sherlock Holmes mystery beginning to unfurl. In other areas, perhaps just on the other side of a tree where the sunlight had burned away the moisture the air was clear - it almost looked sharp- like everything was in fine focus.

I was late arriving at the park, distracted by packing for my trip to New York Thursday. There was no time to walk the grounds; a driving tour would have to suffice this morning. It will be many days before I see the park and my gardens again. I am anxious to leave, knowing much will happen in my absence and at the same time eager to explore the city and new gardens- finding new design ideas and plant options for my own gardens.

Traveling can be bittersweet.