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Paths and Walkways

The day was SO fine. My husband suggested a drive. Auburn, IN was the destination. We walked the sidewalks in one of our favorite neighborhoods there. Today I noticed the walkways and paths. These were a few of them...

Another day, my camera may be drawn to all the wrought iron work...or maybe the unique way house numbers are posted. Today it was paths (and this one open gate set back in the yard.) I was SO tempted to see what was in the back yard! Click on the picture to enlarge it. Isn't it charming?!

12 comments:

MariOctober 22, 2010 at 3:39 PM
I love walkways, and that open gate is very inviting!
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Antique ART GardenOctober 22, 2010 at 3:40 PM
I love paths too. Thanks for sharing , take care, Gina
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Gardener on Sherlock StreetOctober 22, 2010 at 5:24 PM
What a great post. The variety! Good inspirations. Thank you for sharing.
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creekside rummagerOctober 22, 2010 at 7:55 PM
I love the gate and wall and the shrubs over all of it. It totally calls you to visit.
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Corner Gardener SueOctober 22, 2010 at 7:57 PM
What a fun post! My favorite was the path for the rain water as it comes down the gutter. We have those ugly long spouts to take the water away from the house. I've been thinking about poking holes in a couple of them so the flower beds get some of that water. Nice photos!
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RebeccaOctober 23, 2010 at 5:43 AM
Sue, I photographed the "water path" because I'm always stumped about how to camouflage them. I thought this was an attractive feature. (However when I got home and looked at our situations, I realize we don't have much of a slope....)
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DianaOctober 23, 2010 at 5:45 AM
So interesting Rebecca! I too love wrought iron. If we ever finish our path, I'll post it for you! Probably next year! Love Di ♥
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Brenda PruittOctober 27, 2010 at 7:00 AM
What I love so about pathways is that there's going to be something at the end and you won't know what it is until you get there! Lovely blog!
Brenda
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NanOctober 27, 2010 at 9:27 AM
The last picture has a very English feel to it. What a lot of different paths there are -a philosophical moment - just like life. :<)

There are a couple Indiana blogs you may like, Rebecca:

http://www.maydreamsgardens.com/

http://greenbowgardens.blogspot.com/
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RebeccaOctober 27, 2010 at 9:47 AM
Nan, I agree about the English "look" to the last picture. Thanks for pointing me toward the Indiana blogs (One of them sounds familiar...) I'm off to SEE!
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Leaon MaryOctober 29, 2010 at 8:01 AM
What an eye for beauty Rebecca!
We're going to start building a deck this week and you're inspiring me how to make a pathway to the potting shed from the deck......
One of my favorite things is: cobblestone streets!
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tinaDecember 10, 2010 at 6:03 AM
Those pathways are so nice. I love the first one with a bit of formality yet easy going style. I wish it was in my garden!
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