another weed by the wall
autumn 2015 ~ Center Street, Provincetown, Massachusetts

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)

16 thoughts on “another weed by the wall”

    1. Thank you, Joanne. Sometimes I wish I could sneak into the garden behind the wall and get some pictures of the creative sculptures there.

  1. 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 πŸ™‚

    1. What a good memory you have, Tai! πŸ™‚ 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…

  2. 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.

    1. 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.

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