What Remains — Big Dreams for a Tiny Garden

We descended a long, rutted track, overgrown with ti-tree, into a valley at the base of a towering escarpment. Nestled amongst the underbrush on the banks of a burbling creek, the little handcrafted stone cottage stood askew – abandoned – bereft. Vines scrambled over tumbling stone walls, rendering the attached water wheel motionless. The air […]

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