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."

Friday Morning

Eighty-eight days after the first seeds were planted, this first sunflower has turned its face toward the sun and begun to bloom. Over the course of those 88 days, I’ve also planted a variety of sunflower seeds in waves, and so I hope we’ll have this kind of show all summer long.

The portulaca continues to bring a great variety of flower colors, like this hot red one, matching our early morning temperature in the mid-70s.

Along the fence in the back yard, our first two daylilies have started blooming today, as well. You can kind of feel the momentum of bloom now that we’re in the first days of summer.

Until now, it lurked at the feet of the daylily above, but this morning, this purple foxglove revealed itself as it came into bloom. Here its stalk is still concealed by the long stem of the daylily towering above.

And out along the fence, the shasta daisies have fuzzy tops, as they begin to unfurl in the summer sunshine.

“I know a little garden close, set thick with lily and red rose, where I would wander if I might, from dewy morn to dewy night.” – William Morris.


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