One gardener's observations, discoveries and random thoughts whilst simultaneously worshipping and dallying in a Cape Cod garden. "A garden," said Ralph Waldo Emerson, "is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coatskirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg and his whole body to irresistable destruction."

Tuesday Morning

Red dianthus makes a return performance after mid-summer deadheading.

This different variety of black-eyed susan is smaller and more delicate than some of the varieties I’ve found here. It grows on the edge of the path, where I assume it seeded itself.

This spring I noticed that the agastache was not doing especially well, as much of the plant seemed to have suffered a die-out. I dug up and transplanted what remained, discarded the dead part, and replanted in a lower part of the garden…and now the little offspring that remained has offered a single flower…a sign of good things for the future, I hope.


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