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."


I look at you and suddenly,
something in your eyes I see;
Soon begins bewitching me.

It’s that old devil moon that you stole from the skies.
It’s that old devil moon in your eyes.

You and your glance
make this romance too hot to handle.
Stars in the night, blazing their light
can’t hold a candle;
To your razzle-dazzle.

You’ve got me flyin’ high and wide, on a magic carpet ride;
Full of butterflies inside.

Wanna cry, wanna croon, wanna laugh like a loon.
It’s that old devil moon in your eyes.

Just when I think, I’m free as a dove.

Old devil moon,
deep in your eyes,
blinds me with love.

E.Y. Harburg, B. Lane, 1963

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