The Point

 In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness..."  

-Sarah Orne Jewett

In April I started a garden 

 (with lots and lots of assistance). 

       It's one island over from where I live. 
It's close enough to the shore that an unusual tidal high would sweep the whole thing away. 

We hauled enormous stones and centenarian bayberry bush roots out of this little piece of earth sticking out on the point of the cove. 

It was, really, a lot of work.

                                Now our garden looks like this: