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."


It was one of those days where we seemed to play hide and seek with the sun, as clouds piled in overhead. When it did appear, it brought a dull, orangey-glow. But the sky was still full of beauty to be shared.

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