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."


The day here started out gray and rainy. Not much encouragement for getting out of bed and turning on that coffee pot, honestly. But that’s okay…we need wet mornings like this one and meanwhile, every time I look at the forecast for the holiday weekend it looks a little better!

These red begonias are in a stone planter outside of the bank. I should have taken a picture of them earlier in the season when they were a little fresher looking. But they caught my attention this morning and so here you go.

There was a little upheaval at the Nest this morning, but nothing particularly monumental. We had suspected in the last couple of days that perhaps there was a leak in the gas line that comes up to the apartment, as there’d been the occasional whiff of the stuff. Today, Lenny pulled off the facing boards on the step ups from dining room to kitchen and bathroom, since the gas is piped in between floors there.
Naturally, it was only once that destruction had been done that it was discovered that the new stove was actually the source of the leaking…and it has apparently been a lucky thing that we’ve been sleeping with windows wide open so regularly lately. Anyway, the problem is all fixed, there’s no more leaking and all is well.

In fact, I like the photo above not for the destruction (and that’s no big deal–haven’t painted ANY of the trim in the apartment yet…), but I like the way it shows off the red-orange-yellow progression from kitchen to dining room to bathroom.

Dykewife calls my string of lights “cheer lights” and I love that name, though I’ve never heard them called that before. I’ve always been a fan of the indirect light cast by these little lights and have often incorporated them in my living situations one way or another for years now. They ARE cheery, though. And another thing I wanted to point out, are the little balls made of grape vines. I got them on one of those novelty strings of lights years ago and love the way they make these great shadow designs on the walls. The shadows do something to the painting on the wall I really like.
I’ll try to get some better pictures of what I’m talking about as far as detail of the painting work in the days to come. It’s pretty late now and I ought to already have been in bed…but there’s a few flower pics to round out the day.

On the way back from the bank, this bed of furry-flowered ageratum and yellow marguerite daisies called out to me from one of those traffic island gardens and so I stopped for a photo or two.
I’m pretty sure this fuzzy topped stuff in ageratum, though I’ve not grown this variety before. They ought to call the particular strain Animal, after the Muppet Drummer it so reminds me of.
These petunias are showing what end of the season it is, but I still couldn’t look away from the rich purple flowers. Next summer I want to do more with petunias.

And here’s some of our fall foliage, a blend of pretty Virginia creeper and sneaky poison ivy, climbing the side of a pine tree across the street from the traffic island, at the path entrance of one of Eastham’s conservation areas.


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