I finally figured out that southern summer is at least four or five months long. That’s almost half the year! Which is fine, because I hate winter. Which also feels like half the year, as far as gardening is concerned. So I’m not complaining about this mega-sauna we’re stuck in, because it beats frigid, but it makes it hard to get stuff done. Which makes me glad I’m retired from having to work outside. It would literally kill me now. Now I get to actually watch the seasons unfold, rather than lose sight of them amid all the hustle and commotion.
Here’s another steamy lull between rains.