Nature has been at work again. The secret fairy garden that gave me so much pleasure on the Potato Point road (https://morselsandscraps.wordpress.com//?s=On+the+road+to+Potato+Point) is slowly succumbing to the bark peel of the spotted gum. Like a Tibetan sand mandala, the completed perfection of the paintings lasted only a short time. Gradually the images left the trunk, and then the blue cloth curtains. Now the only traces are the lamps and flowers and spotted mushrooms planted in the ground, the doorway created by a scar from long ago and a vivid butterfly that has not yet become unattached.