We use our back laneway - a left over from 19thC planning and one which I am ever so glad was implemented to begin with - as a second back garden. We meet neighbours there, the children play with other children there - they learn to ride bikes, kick balls, and it's the meeting point for motorbike rides. Our garage door is a very social place. The door goes up, the people come round.
At the moment it is also a gathering place for leaves, debris, petals and twigs, all washed down from recent rain and wind. There is a big silver gum tree next door, which has been dropping new leaves and small nuts, and I hastened to gather them for photographing. And all along the paths and roads are dried Bougainvillea petals in softest pink, the leaves incredibly thin and fragile, starting slowly to be eaten by decay. But in their decay, something beautiful and wonderful - angelic in colour and veining - is appearing.
I always watch for things under my feet. Perhaps today you will too, and you will come home with some forgotton treasure.