On New Year’s Eve, I took a morning drive out to H.J. Carroll Park to help repair the labyrinth.
A day or two before Christmas, news had spread among local labyrinthers that the meditative path in the park was all kerfuffled.
Someone—likely more than one person—had come into the secluded glade, pushed stones around, cut branches off encircling cedars, and spread the branches on the labyrinth floor. [Read more…]