There's nothing in the world like a nice garden. Today as I emerged from that strange funk that only unanticipated Sunday afternoon naps can bring, I decided that I needed to get out and get over it. Has anyone else noticed that Sunday naps bring a considerable increase to the number and strength of wrinkles induced on your clothing? Maybe it's just me. Anyway, to pull out of the haze that followed my nap, I decided to go for a walk at Heather Garden in Fort Tryon Park. It was a lovely little sunset stroll - the air was filled with rosemary and lavendar, occasionally kissed by the sweetness of a lily or a rose. Someday when I settle down, I will have a garden of my own. But for now I can appreciate the beauty that has been created by nature cared for by others.