Quaintness

This is quite possibly my favorite shop in the city. They call themselves a garden centre but the experience of browsing is much more like being invited to stroll through someone's sprawling, lush, private back garden.

The winding path meanders among a riot of color and foliage textures that tumble out of enormous ceramic pots and over rusted, wrought iron trellises. It would be hypnotizing if it weren't for the clever sprinkling of whymsical garden art to snap you out of your trance.

Now if I can figure out where in this tiny yard of mine I can fit a large brass sculpture of a frog string quartet, we can go back and pick that up tomorrow....