A sinking feeling

     On the side of my garage is a garden called the Sunken Garden.  About 40 feet wide and 50 feet long, it is about four feet lower than the garage level.  That is because my one-acre (0.4 hectares) lot slopes down from the back right to the front left, about 30 feet in total.  And as I located the house a couple of feet above grade to avoid water problems, it allows this garden to be lower than the garage.
     The antique paving bricks in the garden were collected for free from three cities: Milwaukee, Manitowoc, and Sheboygan, all in Wisconsin.  They were used in streets in the early 1900s.
     The sunken octagon area was excavated in the early 1980s for a fire pit, but it is no longer used as such.  I now have pots of Colocasia escuelenta, commonly called taro, but often incorrectly called elephant ear, which is in the genus Alocasia.
     The containers are filled with moss, with some having hostas, ferns, or early meadow rue, as well.