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."


This humid day got it’s start with clouds piling in on us, as tropical weather came our way from the south, with a promise of rain late in the day. It was a bright start to the day, but it didn’t last for long.

Above, a purple thistle blossom decries the end of the season, while below yet another of the African marigold blossoms begins, with some black-eyed susan in the background.


The yellow hawkweed flower acts as a nice counterpoint to another cloud of asters, while nearby, some Virginia creeper makes it’s way up the side of a pine tree, offering our first real taste of autumn foliage color.

In the front garden bed, some of those Nantucket red petunias bring a cheery reminder of the fading season.

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