I wanted a sense of anticipation as you enter the garden,thus the curving flagstone path. This morning I still felt that anticipation as I returned from the front (garbage day..hauling a can) and stayed with it for a fleeting second before I saw the the bare spots on the ground and the mock orange bushes maybe on their last breath. Not supposed to do that....go negative.....look for joy and beauty.. I tried to tell myself as mosquitoes were biting my arms. An imperfect garden...hmmmm..where does that lead my mind? Eve-why couldn't you have just eaten of the right fruit and made it easy on us all.....damn bugs and death