100° days and the nights not much cooler. We don’t have airco, but we do have strategically placed fans. And spritzer bottles of water.
I got up relatively early this morning and instead of leisurely drinking a pot of tea and doing the Sunday crossword, I attacked the mass of weeds I call a garden. Two hours later and it looks so much better. I feel like I’ve really accomplished something.
My strawberries didn’t survive the heat – they are shriveled, alas. The volunteer butterfly bush has grown into a monster, crowding out the red verbena, obscuring the metal fish. Next year I’ll have to prune it way back.