Driftwood and. Flowers

I spotted this in the corner of a garden on West Shore this morning. They’re fortunate to live so close to the beach. I often see bits of driftwood I fancy, but it would be impossible to get them back to the garden.
I’ve added a sneaky shot of my granddaughter, Bonnie, having a ball playing with fallen leaves in the park. The leaves are the same colour as her hair.