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.
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 of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving
[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
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