First Encounter Beach, 6 p.m.
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.
Friday, July 29, 2005
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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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