Two camellias have overtaken this side of the house, their glossy leaves of the almost swallowing you up as the screen door closes. You have to be careful down the steps as fat buds are beginning to form on the shrubs, dragging whole branches down with them. The garden floor is scattered with mums and asters, delicately purple and pink between the overgrown grass. The last few bugs of the season crowd the blood red amarath and the misty seafoam leaves of cosmos that populate broken clay pots. A peeling and splintering bench sits, empty seats facing the house. The remnants of a flagstone path lead to a blackberry thicket with a small path carved into it. .
keep walking / sewing room