John Muir often wrote poetically of the world’s wild gardens. This one is in a canyon in Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument. The little meadow is mostly overlooked by hikers intent on getting to what they believe are grander sights. If only they hiked more mindfully they wouldn’t miss out on the more intimate glories of the world. “As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.” - from John of the Mountain; The Unpublished Journals of John Muir, edited by Linnie Marsh Wolfe
Mushrooms and moss enliven the edge of the 40 acre woods
Just two of over two dozen maples in our garden. They are bare now but what a sight they were in mid October
