Labor day weekend cruise down the beach. A lot of happy beach visitors building sand castles, flying kites, playing in the water and picnicking.  We stayed long enough to look for a few agates, and it was hard not to smile at all the folks enjoying the sun and surf and each other! Sorry about the spots on these photos. My camera has issues that I need to deal with, but keep putting off.

I wish I had the real before photo…dead truck, huge pile of bark, old boat. Westport is built on a sand spit, so sand is the base of this new garden.  We will plant tall greenery along fences and on each side of arch, to make it more private.

This is not my property, but I have not had a garden in over 4 years and I got tired of waiting. I still have no idea where I will land permanently, and maybe I won’t. Maybe I will be a beach gypsy who wanders forever. But, damn, I needed a garden, needed to see my pond and plants and garden treasures.

 

When I say goodbye to this little secret garden, it won’t be because of a life crisis, (like my last 2 gardens) it will be because I’m off traveling and exploring, or maybe I find a permanent landing spot. For now, I will love love love stepping off my porch into this little piece of heaven.

And not a drop of this has anything to do with writing. I had to take a detour before delving back into the memoir series.

Thanks for stopping by, it is always nice to hear from you!

Patti