Hidden...

Creatures of the summer begin to blend into the landscape,
as the blanketing begins and a season ends.

Soon snows will cover all who dwell in this secret island garden...

An ol' timey country garden harbors relics of a
Grandmother's day in the past, when tractor tires
were a thing called yard art and recycling wasn't...

I can't resist old portraits of the past,
they nestle so well anywhere in a vignette...

Another new portrait and a sweet lil' stand
whattaya think, white or black...

Check out this lamp, sweet huh...
painted leather stretched over a frame...
me likey!!!

All new stuff at my Secret Garden, squirreled away
for only the brave to venture out in the winds...