Drunk in the garden...

and Talking to the Dead

I got drunk in the garden last night. But not on wine—on scent!

Around dusk, these chest-tall snapdragons started emitting the most incredible scent. I was stunned. I hadn’t known they were fragrant.

It’s starting to get warm, so that means Marc and I are spending more of the afternoon under cover rather than actually in the garden and we’re gardening l…