Here suddenly at my feet and sheltering in a rocky bed near a trickle of water is a small glistening green-leafed plant that seems to have no concern for the difficulties of its life. Yet how beautiful and healthy it is. Situated just so - as if by the hand of a master gardener.
For all the broad vistas and craggy snow-capped peaks visible here it is the small, the delicate, the subtle that attracts my interest. The rock gardens that I constructed years ago as my father's garden helper never achieved this. Perhaps another try should be made - perhaps an older and more experienced eye would make a difference.