I am a bold, brazen article

Growing up and attending Catholic school, I constantly heard this expression being used by the nuns. “You bold, brazen article!” they would shout. But it was even scarier to hear it quietly: “Well, aren’t you the bold, brazen article?” This happened to me one day.

But when you see something that you want to photograph, say on someone else’s property, you have to be a bold, brazen article.

But I always ask permission.

It was two weeks ago today and it was the last day of our vacation in Maine. I’d gone out to get a gift for the girl I’d hired to care of our plants and our cat. In my travels, I came across a glass shop and went inside.

Angel Antics is located at the northern end of Sullivan on coastal Route 1. As I perused their wares, I looked out the window and saw a beautiful little garden complete with a miniature house and a lily pond. So I asked the owner if I could take photos. I really didn’t think she’d say yes, but she seemed happy that I was so interested. She came out back and busied herself potting hanging baskets, while I walked around snapping pictures and chatting with her and her husband.

This is the entrance to their little garden oasis. She had her husband drill holes into the stones and strung them on thick wire.

It was a beautiful warm day and just that morning, my husband and I chuckled while listening to the weather forecast. Residents were warned of a heat wave that was to last for the next 3 days with temperatures in the 85’s to as high as 90. Suggestions were given as to how to keep cool (wear a hat, stay hydrated, seek shade).

I guess that IS pretty warm for an early June day, but it struck me funny.

I posted a picture of this pond last week on my other blog. You can see the fish, but can you see the little frog? He’s just to the right of that white lily.

He’s a biggin’, isn’t he?

I made the fish nervous.

The lupines were in full glory when we arrived, but by the end of the week, they were really beginning to wane.

The owner told me she’d been born nearby but had spent most of her adult life in different parts of the country, finally returning to Maine after her father gave her a tract of land he owned.

I loved this. I remember her telling me she’d found this bell somewhere and designed the stone display for it.

Sometimes you have to bite back your fear and simply ask if you can take out your camera. And most of the time, people actually say yes.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .