Wild Muse Notes

Take a walk down the stone steps into my garden.

Quietly sneak past the guard and under the driftwood arch.

Hot peppers galore.

Abundance

A field of cosmos 10 feet tall.

A fig tree grew out of the compost. Surprise!

C.P. made these birdhouses out of the mahogany scraps from our new front porch.

ucumbers gone wild.

Another volunteer. This basil planted itself on the brick path outside of the parsley bed.

The garden will be fading soon. The lush late summer and early fall glory is captured here. I think I have a few more months but who can tell? This is the New England coast and the weather has been so unpredictable everywhere else. I had a dream last night that I woke up and looked out the window and it was snowing. When I really did wake up, I thought it would be snowing. I jumped out of the bed and planned to go outside and grab everything I could harvest. C.P. McDill is thinking of building a studio in the garden since that is where I spend most of my time for almost half of the year. I always feel split down the middle as to where I want to be.