A picture is a thousand words, but this garden eschews the perfectionism of fancy American gardens, everything is done by hand. I always think about me building my wobbly imperfect walls from the stone hand dug from the very place it was built, and feeling slightly inadequate in comparison to perfect angles. It always takes a visit to a place like this to remind me that the beauty truly lies in seing the human involved in the building, creating and making of a place. A place made from the things it is built upon. Truly a wonderful place.
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