In the second summer I lived in a house by the sea in Long Branch, in the first and last summer Jason lived with me, in the season Maine first captivated me, I often listened to Sting's "I Was Brought to my Senses" while gardening covered blissfully to the top of scalp in dirt wet, caked, and dry.
I daydreamed through my plants to the garden it would become. I pet them and coddled them as they grew then marveled when they outgrew dependence upon me and took on strengths of their own, when my job was keeping up only with the weeding and watering.
I listened to Mercury Falling, but mostly this song, and dreamed through my gardening and ocean walks of getting back to Maine.
My four years in Maine became a separate life and it's no exaggeration that a Yankee magazine can bring me to wistful tears.
Now when I garden I hear this song, and when I hear this song the sweet Maine air falls on my face all over again and I dream.