|A view of Mt. Baker and Jerlyn sketching in Bonnie's Garden|
After a meander through the glade with its own pond and tiny island, we came back to the table where fresh flowers and chocolate tempted us. Everywhere you looked, there was another path, a grouping of potted blossoms or a place to sit and muse.
I spent a lot of time today just soaking it all in. I think you would have, too, if you had been there.