A garden is not complete
until nothing more can be removed.
*- Japanese proverb -
On the way to the school bus this morning, my girls found this stone by the sidewalk. "Look, mom, it's a perfect miniature mountain! Let's take it home!" So I carried it home with red, frostbitten fingers (no gloves again, one gets so lazy when they are seldom needed). Under some big trees behind the house, it now forms an enchanted little landscape together with the ever-flourishing mosses, like a tiny shard of completeness amongst all imperfection.
I just wonder how I can keep the maintenance guys from removing it, without marking it with some kind of an ugly label?