My parents house is a fine, fine mixture of stones and gardens. My dad has gifted my mom with a series of large, large rocks that have since been sprinkled around their property. I’ve posed Maggie a few times on the one that is closest to their house and right next to one of my mom’s gardens.
I love how obvious it is that the seasons are different, even down to the rock. Maggie has certainly grown, but the garden also has evolved and changed. I’ll continue to snap these photos when I remember with the changing seasons. Maybe I’ll even ask Sparky to come back and photo bomb again because he clearly wanted to be in the series and somehow we lost him along the way.
