The greeny - yellow flowers and bracts of Euphorbia often seem surprising in their restraint.
In the Grove, it is like a summer afternoon. A woman lies on her back on the grass, a book held up against the sky. Further, on a man, his knees drawn up and apart, his hands supporting either side of his head, is absorbed in a book open on the ground between his bare feet.
A woman wears an orange tee shirt with the message Buddha rocks.