One of my favorite haunts was in full-bloom during this recent trip to Ogunquit. It’s a woodland garden nestled in an out-of-the-way spot near the Ogunquit Heritage Museum. No one seems to know about the area, and I’m glad, as it affords one of the only spaces of solitude during a bustling fair-weather holiday weekend. The back entrance to it is framed by a pair of white bleeding hearts, and inside a path meanders along informal gardens filled with trillium, poppies, lily of the valley, and other shade-loving bloomers. My time there is always calm and quiet, and to lend a bit of that silence to this post, my commentary will end here.
