An after work stroll around my neighborhood is always a delight. The streets are lined with mature oaks, tulip, and maple trees. It is easy to be swept away by the gardens perched on sweeping front lawns or kept safe from those who would love to wander through them (who me?) by wrought iron fencing.
Last night I spotted this tiny little garden. How wonderful that this gardener saw this small shallow spot in the stone and thought, "Here's the perfect place for a garden!" And it is perfect, don't you think?