
We've got 61 degrees this morning, and plenty of clouds remaining from last night's overnight storms. Every now and then the sun slips through the clouds and makes everything glow.
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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