PATHS OF DISCOVERY
Sally Clarkson
As I sense the morning sun peeking through my bedroom window, before I even open my eyes, a surge of delight floods my spirit. Saturday is my day for adventures, a tradition that satisfies my soul. My habit of several years is to don walking clothes and explore my beloved Oxford—to meet a friend, to sip strong coffee, to wander an old castle, to visit a historic village—and, of course, to have tea and scones as a reward at the close of the day.
Setting out on the cobbled streets, I inhale the perfumed fragrance of myriad magenta and pink roses sprinkled throughout the ancient path next to my flat. Most of England seems to be a garden brimming with varieties of flowers at
