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."

Yesterday was one of those rare mornings this summer, when I knew I could sleep in a few minutes longer.   The sky was dull with clouds, moisture hung heavy in the air and distant rumbles of thunder punctuated the quiet encouragement by John Cougar Mellowcat to Rise and Feed.

We haven’t had much rain this summer.   You can see it in the wilty gardens and brown lawns.   It’s been hard to keep up with watering.   On the deck its all done by hand with the elephant watering can, so it’s usually a 20 minute exercise.   Of course the rewards are obvious, so I don’t mind doing it.

Ah, but how I love those rare sweet moments when I can snuggle in for a few extra minutes.   Despite that, I’ve learned not to be trusting of a forecast that describes a full day of rain and so I was watering the cucumbers and morning glories (the thirstiest of this summer’s gang, it seems) as the morning’s light showers tapered off.

Good thing I did, too, as it turned out to be almost as sunny a day as it was rainy, with small storms criss-crossing the Cape throughout the day.   In this morning’s sunshine, I’m back to the full watering routine, but it was nice to have a few minutes off yesteday.


Comments on: "And Rain Will Make the Flowers Grow" (2)

  1. Beautiful

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