There is a place where an artist lives in a house surrounded by a garden full of sculptures and a stone wall embedded with crystals and other treasures. In all the years I’ve been going to Provincetown I had never known it was there because I had never been down that particular street. But in 2008 our niece showed it to us.
When I started blogging I remember being especially excited to match a picture I took there with an Emerson quote and posted this: a weed by the wall
Seven years later, on our recent trip to the Cape, I decided to go see the stone wall again. This time there was no weed growing by the first crystal, but there was another weed growing by a different crystal.
shy weeds by a wall
retracing steps with pithy
moments of delight
~ Barbara Rodgers
(By the Sea)
How marvellous.
Thanks, Sybil!
It’s a very pretty weed and the idea of the crystals in the wall is just lovely.
Thank you, Joanne. Sometimes I wish I could sneak into the garden behind the wall and get some pictures of the creative sculptures there.
Beautiful, Barbara!
Thank you, Merril!
I’ve got a feeling of remembrance of the amethyst in the wall you added on either Gaia or our Poetry site, I love the rose quartz embedded into the wall
thanks for sharing Barbara 🙂
What a good memory you have, Tai! 🙂 I did post the amethyst embedded in this wall (with a matching purple wildflower) on Gaia and then again on this blog a couple of years later. It’s hard to believe that was seven years ago…
time flies…we have wings too Barbara 🙂
Yes, that we do! 🙂
Beautiful! Thank you. I also loved the earlier post with the geode.
Thank you, Susan! I’m happy you took a peek at the other one, too.
Wonderful! Love your poem too.
Thank you, Tiny! It’s fun dabbling in haiku once in a while…
I enjoyed reading both this post and the original one. The wall with the crystals is beautiful. It’s interesting how it has changed (new weed), and not changed (there is still a weed) across the years.
You picked up on what seems to be the theme I noticed on this trip to Cape Cod, Sheryl – details change and yet the essence stays the same as time passes. This year the weed highlighted the stone of unconditional love.