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."

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More Floral Fireworks

 

Here’s a few flower photos I snapped during my Independence Day visit to Provincetown last week.  Enjoy!!

You can check out the rest of the photos from the day here.

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Suddenly: Last Summer

Last summer.

Now that it’s late enough in the new year that I remember to write 2012 on things, and finally cold enough to make me think its actually winter, I find myself thinking about last summer.   As it approached, I was busy.

Busy installing brick edging in the gardens, and addressing changes in both my work situations and  exploring the bike trail and digging in the garden and having great fun with friends old and new.  For so many reasons, I was long overdue to post here at the blog when Midsummer came steamily into town with the high summer holidays of Independence Day weekend quickly afterward.

And then, just when I had a free moment and was feeling inspired about writing, this nasty electrical storm (<—that one there) came along one humid night and took out my home computer.    Gasp.   No email at home.  No blogging.   No Facebook.  (Suddenly, a wealth of infinitely clever status updates sprang freely to mind.)  No online banking or weather forecasts or movie schedules.    No endless hours of meaningless internet clicking and surfing.    No Joe.My.God.  No Post Secret.    No funny cat videos or porn.   Even without the internet, my computer is also my home stereo.  Ugh.

It was annoying and inconvenient and boring and irksome and (except for the music part since my iPod was stranded with just two podcasts of Selected Shorts which I listened to over and over again for about a month) possibly the very best thing that could’ve happened to me.

There was more time to putter in the garden.  More time with friends.   More time for books:  I read The Great Gatsby in an afternoon!   More time on the bike trail amounted to about 15 pounds lost!   I saw more sunsets and even shared a few sunrises in the company of my prolific morning glories and a certain gray feline.

Even without the computer, I was still filling the memory card of my camera.  Here’s some of what you missed.

Rainy Daze