HOT HOT HOT
 This summer has been one hot time in the city. Even moreso than summers of the past. Watching the news, I am surprised daily to hear the threat of a "thunderstorm" or "flash-floods". What are those things? They are not in my usual vocabulary any more than "tornado", which also crossed the lips of the local weatherman when describing what briefly touched down today to the east of my garden. Fortunately, these things have not materialized here, only the heat and brilliant sunshine which my garden seems to drink in on a daily basis. My roses are in full bloom, the cannas simply shout color and even the hybrid yellow pear tomatos that a friend gave me as seedlings are ushering forth a bountiful crop. But the most striking feature of the garden just now are my dahlias. Bright,vibrant colors and shapes adorn mostly six foot plus stalks, many thicker in diameter than several of my own fingers held together. Apparently, for them, it cannot be TOO hot as I almost watch them bud and bloom before my own eyes. And since this year has been rather unusual for weather, I would hear people complain about the heat. Hmmmm...aren't these the very people who complained about the cold only eight months ago? I suppose some find it a bit intolerable but as for myself, I find that any garden requires a good amount of "blood, sweat and tears", perhaps less on the blood and tears, but usually, heavy on the sweat!
Today's Quote:
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.-Jane Austen
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