This photo was taken from behind my desk looking towards the stairs leading up to my deck and backdoor. Our (now deceased) dog helpfully acted as a reference for proportion. It was a tiny garden but just the right size for an urban escape.
A cobbled sunken garden.
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a chat over the garden fence
There's always room for one more plant.
a little garden near Gawler
.....and nurturing my soul
Ministry of the fence 
