The Garden of Morning Mists

Lizzie and the paysagiste (terracing) boys were up there this morning. Dripping with dew and they couldn't see past the end of the garden for the foggy mountain clouds. An hour later it was sunny, but, oh my, I can't wait to see all of this happening in one day. No, in one morning maybe or perhaps even one hour.

(Incidentally, I've just read an amazing novel called the Garden of Evening Mists by Tan Tweng Eng. I couldn't recommend it more.)