The Season's First Sunday at Chanticleer

Yesterday I hunkered down with client work until I could no longer and set off (this time in a car) for my favorite garden anywhere—Chanticleer. I'd received a season's pass as a birthday present from the gardeners themselves, and when I arrived I was floated at once up and out of myself. I had my Sony and two lenses and a borrowed video camera. I had my wild hair tangled up with the breeze. There were bursts of families and lovers on every hill, bright as balloons let free of their strings.