Dalmatiandigs's Blog

Through the eighties, while working as an Obstetrical nurse and completing an English degree at U. Mass, gardens were a thing I gazed at only longingly in magazines. Amid a Pine and Hemlock  forrest we could barely grow a Hosta, and even these looked measly and pathetic. Some Pachysandra grew around the house and a patch of wild Day Lilies gathered out back.  These were the years we began vacationing on Nantucket, and I began wishing for much, much more.

These were the days of Perseid Meteor showers and gloriously blooming Rose of Sharon. We stayed a mile’s walk outside of town and walked in 2 or 3 times a day to eat and or shop and attend the local playhouse, leaving our bike rides for longer excursions to the beaches and sightseeing. Along the route were rows and rows of mature Rose of Sharon the size of trees, ladened…

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