

Feels so strange to be grateful for the rain we've had yesterday and today, as the remnants of Katrina make their way northward. Here's a bouquet for New Orleans.
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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