Every day last week as I drove to work, I was treated to a beautiful pinky blue sunrise. And every morning, I was frustrated that I had to report to work at 8 a.m. instead of continue driving toward the Great Salt Lake with my camera in tow. So I set my alarm on Friday night to wake up early on Saturday so I could finally take those pictures. Unfortunately, when I peaked out the living room window, I knew there would be no sunrise photos. But the morning wasn’t a total loss. I still pulled on some clothes and headed out for some snowy scenes. I didn’t know where I was going, but I ended up at Liberty Park.
On my way home, I found myself near a church building with a secret garden. I had always wanted to explore the garden, but somehow never got around to it. I guess Saturday was the day.
A walled garden just sounds so romantic. Even in winter, and it was absolutely beautiful.
I love living where there are hills and foothills and mountains because you can just be driving home and stumble upon a view like this down a side street.
I know that in May (and even June), I won’t be very excited about a snowy Saturday. But for right now, it’s just perfect.