
It was one of those days where we seemed to play hide and seek with the sun, as clouds piled in overhead. When it did appear, it brought a dull, orangey-glow. But the sky was still full of beauty to be shared.

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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