

Atlantic Ocean, Head of the Meadow Beach.
North Truro MA, @10:30 a.m.


Beach rose hips.


Seaside Goldenrod.


Wild asters.


Vine of red and berries blue, thriving by the sea so blue...


Towering grass.

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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