Ah, but you were always leaf-light. And you so seldom talk as we go. But there at my side through the bright leaves you walk.
Category: Beach/Ocean
Late Summer
Came across this poem, which felt right and true, and decided to decorate it: Late Summer by Anna Kamienska I’ll lock myself now in a
To Stand at the Edge
“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving
Southern Beach
[Click each photo for larger view and caption] Perhaps my favourite garden is the beach, where I’ve just spent 8 days or so, briefly at
Earth Garden VIII: Pine Point Beach, Scarborough, Maine
The only house I lived in after age 30 where I didn’t have any garden was a house a block from the ocean in Pine