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."
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Late Summer's Glories
Morning glory's profile. Pink cosmos glows at dawn. Rudbeckias. Sweet william re-appears. Butterfly weed seedpods.
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