Lately I’ve been hanging out lots at Huntington Gardens, mainly because I scored treasured readership privileges at their Library. It’s a lovely place to write as everyone is intent on their work, and the grounds…Lord God, the beauty.
One recent morning I went to 8:15 Mass at Sts. Felicitas and Perpetua, then motored on over. Before going in, I parked at the far end of the lot and sat in my car savoring an almond croissant and listening to the birds.
This is some of what I gazed out over from my humble perch.
Tree, ever at the centre
Of whatever it surrounds.