So how...funny...that this morning, I should discover this place where the ground has begun to heave up in the backyard. It's just the sloppy end of a chipmunk tunnel, I'm sure...right?!


I won't start worrying 'til I see the Red Weed begin to march.
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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