Over a wall…
Or beyond a gate…
Sometimes we can become lost in a garden by simply glimpsing it from the outside.
‘Perhaps it was because she had nothing whatever to do that she thought so much of the desired garden. She was curious about it, and wanted to see what it was like.’
“Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden – in all the places.”
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Sarah lives over at Mitenska, where she chronicles life’s simple pleasures.
She’s a keen photographer, writer and tea drinker. Her favourite things include collecting treasures from her daily rambles, baking cake, rainy days and cosying up with a good book.
She resides in the Pennines with her partner and little boy.