What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.
One might seriously define me as inelegant at the moment. As well as covered in sweat. I've returned from a walk and watered what remains of my garden. I say "remains" as the heat has hit. After a cold and dreay March, beautiful April, wet/dangerous floody May and a not-so-bad June, it is now hotter than hell in Texas.
I'm too sweaty to get in the shower. I will sweat in there and sweat when I get out so I figured while I await my body temp to come down, I'd write a blog post. Seems to happen about this time every year. I have nothing better to write about than heat and dying plants. Perhaps I need a new summer gig.
In past years I've discussed the demise of my tomato plants. The ones that never really did anything anyway.
This year offers no exception to the others. I thought my luck might change -- a little compost and more water. An early start. But the May rains brought all kinds of creatures that love to feast on tomato leaves and blossoms. My plants have limped along, but as you can see, my black thumb in the tomato department still earns a blue ribbon.
|Aren't they beautiful? Too bad there isn't an award for the weeds growing at the bottom.|
While I waited to cool off, I decided to take photos of what was still blooming in my yard before it all looks like my tomatoes.
|Found one of these.|
|A lone geranium.|
|Pentas are hanging in there, but the zinneas are losing steam.|
|Five oranges-to-be on my tree|
|Turk's Cap should survive|
|This cactus is about to bloom. Right now that bud looks like... well, nevermind what it looks like.|
|It will look like this when it blooms.|
(Note about the Summer Reading List. I'm nine books into it. Highly recommend Euphoria by Lily King and Honeydew by Edith Pearlman. Currently laughing and enjoying The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz.)