This is a small meditation on the changing of the seasons, in a garden, and in life, and the need to take a step out of that life every once in awhile just to observe, listen, experience something new.

Sweet but never sappy, it asks the reader to think about legacies, about how preserving what is worthwhile also includes space for it to change and move forward in its own way on its own pathway, to adapt to the future, not just stay preserved in the past.

Most of us have a wish to leave something memorable, wothwhile, behind when we die. The garden at Chanticleer is among the best of gifts, those that leave something beyond themselves: room for others to shape and enjoy them in their own place and time.