Garden mosaics & another use for the rubble

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I call this my garden mosaic. It’s what I have made with some of the many pieces of flint I found when I was digging my beds. This area is in the back of the garden just by the ‘grassy path to the shed door. I guess in some ways it is symbolic of me. Though born in London, I spent my happiest childhood years in Ireland (symbolized by the grey pebble mountain).
The area we live in has rolling hills of yellow-brown clay, which came in handy as I dug up a lot of oker yellow flint. On top of this hill is a red (flint) sunset, my favourite time of day.
The bird is me, the red stones in the centre is it’s heart, symbol of love. To me it sybolizes my most recent journey in life as I flew off to England to live with my partner, who is from this area after living in The Netherlands for more than 30 years, leaving behind family, friends and another life and also maybe one day, when we’re old and grey, we’ll fly off to Ireland or somewhere else in the world.

Behind it is a raised bed. I used most of the big bits of rubble I dug up to make a small wall in this corner of the garden. This area of the garden I tend to let be, apart from the weeding I sometimes do the plants in there seem to be doing fine. The Campanula, variegated (pineapple) mint and oregano seen to like it there, so does the aquilega and fern I found elsewhere. The astilbe though will have to come out soon, it’s not really suited for growing under a tree even if it is in a raised bed. This is also an area I let the ivy and bindweed grow, sometimes I tie them up the copper pipes I stuck in here. When I get round to it ’d love to have some white chinese lanterns hanging from the pipes that I could light in the evenings to give it a touch of magic.