There is just no end to the surprises that greet me as I pass the former Yoga Center garden. This is a succulent bloom that is just starting to flower. Delicate green and yellow. Things happening in all directions. I tell myself I’m just going to walk past it, but then my eye catches something that wasn’t there yesterday, and won’t be the same tomorrow. What's left of the garden is a mess of things crowded together, but a delightful mess. There’s an inner garden behind a gate that I haven’t braved, with a strong fence now installed. Through spaces in the fence I see bright splotches of color and wonder.