Spotted down a back alley, trumpet flower droppings.
The wind was blowing, and the pattern kept dismantling. I managed to get it all more or less in place for this photo. By the time I walked away it was reforming, but not before someone walked past to see it.
Back in the garden, a friend joined us:
It was our last day, and I had quite a few ideas left for creations. I managed two more, but not everything I had in mind.
First was with the rose bush:
Looking like it sprung right out of Alice in Wonderland, and with hundreds of tiny white snail shells all over the ground.
It was still very windy, again, only just managed to capture it before the petals dispersed.
Finally, I quickly used up my leftover gatherings, and ended up with a heart:
