ONE NEVER KNOWS where one may find a garden. Some are planted, some are not. On an old wood-splitting log, for instance, home to lichens and mosses and young spruce trees. Or on an old tool shed roof. And of course every garden needs someone to tend it. Like a lively green-eyed Forest Kitten, perhaps. Named Koda.
YESTERDAY, a beautiful autumn day, Kathy needed a little pick-me-up. A little beauty. A bit of perfection. So we headed for St. Cloud’s glorious Munsinger Gardens and Clemens Rose Gardens. They did not disappoint. Sometimes we almost felt as if we were strolling through a series of Monet paintings—but even better—for there were the lovely scents of roses and alyssum