There is a secret garden in Donnybrook: a very surprising little corner with a locked gate and a plaque out front. It's overgrown with trees, and I've passed it a thousand times without paying it any attention. Until today that is!
Today I went in search of texture in the rock face behind my apartment, but found colour as well, and elected to go with that instead. There's rich pickings in that rock, so I suspect I'll be back.
