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."


Then came the Rains of Ranjapur to beat upon our roof and spatter against our windows and walls, flooding the garden, setting the roads awash and making of the world a Great Puddle. The winds have been howling of late, too, and it’s generally making for a sort of miserable day out there.

On the upside, I do believe I saw a raft of about six rats poling their way down Not Wisteria Lane this morning…and, by late afternoon, we had a temperature of about 52.

It didn’t last, but it was nice for a little while. It’s colder now, and the rain continues.

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