Taking a walk in my garden today I noticed Time has taken its toll on things. Nature would like to reclaim this place. Precious pots broken by wind, rain and microscopic lives. Plastic made brittle by the sun. Entire ecosystems living in concrete cracks. As my roots have grown deep into our life here, I have become less inclined to “tidy” things up. It was so inspiring to find this visual and tactile treasure. Shape, texture, memory and story.