September 2, 2010
While I was out with my camera this morning I photographed this scene. A circular sweep can just be seen marked by the lawnmower. Long before a wild plum seeded here, this was my first garden. My mother encouraged me with this roundel planted with polyanthus, a few daffodils and not as many marsh marigolds. Together we collected cuttings from her friends' gardens and grew them there in a joyful muddle. These days I like the way this sunny circle appears each spring, a vestige of my first flower bed.