~A Gypsy in Grandma's Garden, A Newsgirl in Grandpa's Driveway~

~We had so much fun taking these photos. It brought back some nostalgic feelings as we remembered our younger days playing dress up in Grandma's big closet. This was sort of a goodbye to old times...

~In the garden where your mother sat mending the torn sail laundry flaps deliriously.
The boat is in dry dock.~

~You are sole mistress of this place, counting the deer among the asparagus, bare feet heedless of ticks.~

~Over the porch, a wasp’s nest breeds while an oriole pecks the fallen peach. It is summer once again, the season at its fevered work~

~small calamities in the grass, weeds encroaching on dianthus, ant struggling with a skeletal bee,
the rock garden dry and gray.~

~A trowel gleams in the sun, but the air is charged with storm. Gravity pulls the rosy heads down. It will not do to work today.~

~From the harbor, unseen, a wind whips up the speckled iris and lifts the veiled curtains of the nonagenarian’s tilting house.~

~The first drops dampen the gardener at midlife, who hefts a basket of weeds, pausing to take root and stock.
-Carol Alexander~