I took a long walk around the Denver Botanic Gardens today, and spent most of my time (as I often do) in the Western, alpine, and steppe gardens. I looked at seedpods and tiny dried flowers and the subtle gradations of color among the winter grasses. I listened to the running water and at one point I went down a narrow path to the center of a bamboo forest, sat down on the ground, and just breathed long deep breaths until I felt the tension drain out of my body.
This is why I go to the garden in winter.
