We went early enough that the sun was still on the plots, and late enough that the deep chill of the morning was fading away.
We found a sunbeam and sat together, enjoying the calm. There were sparrows and quail fluttering and peeping about. It was lovely.
She looked around and said she could tell it was a wonderful garden during the summer. I told her it took another gardener to appreciate it in November. "Well, I can see the potential." That's one of the things I like about gardens too, the potential.