Patchwork Wall in the Rose Garden

I'm susceptible to that sort of thing - to walls and flowers. You can probably get something more from a wall than a person sometimes. It's just put somewhere.
Ray Davies

We do not live an equal life, but one of contrasts and patchwork; now a little joy, then a sorrow, now a sin, then a generous or brave action
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I love these old flint walls. I could just look at them for hours looking for a hidden pattern. Walls made of flint are one of the great things about living in Sussex. This one has been repaired numerous times; a few red bricks here and there, a crack filled in with cement, support bars made of iron...

This is another photo taken in the old rose garden (no roses anymore) in one of the darker corners. I very rarely look in that corner but it has a kind of dark beauty, not much sun, a lot of shade from the trees. A place where one tends to whisper for no apparent reason. Where spiders spin their webs while no one is watching. A fantastical place where one has to be reminded to breathe.