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."

Despite assorted rainstorms we’ve had lately, the pond here hasn’t recovered much. The back, deeper two-thirds of the pond are still pretty wet, but this front end seems to dry a little more all the time.

The ducks who’ve returned for the winter must be a little disappointed, between low water levels and the lack of supplementary feed we used to supply that they seem to float-in-waiting for, just offshore.

It occurs to me that in just a week or two, my daily commute will no longer take me along Bridge Road where it passes through Boat Meadow Creek, so I thought I’d share a few more glimpses of this lovely part of Eastham.

Tide was creeping in as I captured these shots mid- afternoon (after a late night concert, I was none too early to arrive at work today.).


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