I had pretensions at one point that this was going to be "a garden" but after this summer, this fall, the summer before, the fall and winter before that, I don't have those airs anymore. I didn't go out onto the point all of September. I couldn't. It made me too sad to see all the wilted, drying plants. None fancy or special but special to me, things I've brought here from earlier homes, things I had taken with me from home to home, things given to me, things that had meaning