It's eleventy million degrees outside! Now that I've got the AC unit into the window (all by myself, multitudinous bruises on upper arms and thighs), it is occasionally cooler than that inside! The season of raw food and pantslessness has commenced.
Also the season of affordable cherries, what serendipity.
It was too hot to even garden, people. I will be up at 5 am tomorrow to try to get that work done (and probably scare the pants off the neighbors while I am at it). Marigolds from seed into the ground (though they're tiny, they blossomed in my kitchen), a fern from work to transplant into some shady spot, hopefully at some point more columbines and maybe another black-eyed susan, and a rose to put into the spot of honor. That last may wait, as I want to put the right rose in: a bushy one, tallish and thick and hardy, rather than the kind that makes good cut roses.
The iris have come into bloom, and the daffodil leaves need to be folded down, and the tulips dug up till fall. (In my wet garden, they would almost certainly rot in the ground. The daffs, by contrast, survive just fine.)
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