

Bay like bathwater.


Cape Cod Bay, 7 p.m. Temperature of 73 F. Breeze off the water, so only one greenhead fly, who didn't really seem into his job.


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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