This is an old photo – taken on film, long ago lost, but thankfully scanned first.
This is in June, Maine’s prettiest month, when all things bloom. Mom worked so hard to create her garden, her soil was clay, rock hard when baked in the sun. Eventually she was able to afford to have a foot or so of it scraped off and replaced with real garden soil, and this is the result. A beautiful flower bed surrounded by green grass, then a huge field of hay (and buttercups), edged by Maine’s wonderful pine trees. Behind those trees, the creek that leads to the bay that leads to the ocean.
Sure do miss this lovely place.
Don’t miss mowing it.