I've been distracted, and although I do have things I want to write about, I do not want to write about them right now. Fortunately, although it is still wickedly hot, the mornings have been cooler, and rather than writing in the mornings, I have been out in the garden tackling the signs of neglect.
The habaneros are ripening nicely, and I think I've finally found the right spot, a spot where I can put in 2 or 3 pepper plants, and perhaps a tomato or two. Next year I'll put up a teepee for the tomatoes and give it a shot.
I am especially grateful however for the long season of crape myrtles and hydrangeas and the constant push of knockout roses, which continue to brighten the flower beds.
I'll admit that I am a wimp, and this summer was just too darn hot for me. Admittedly I also experienced a gluten-related incident and had a raging case of dermatitis herpetiformis, which would become aggravated in the heat. It is amazing how quickly a weed population can proliferate given nearly 4 weeks of neglect in high summer.
Oh well, at least the flower beds looked green, and some of the weeds had pretty blossoms as well. But I am mostly grateful that my flowers soldiered on and continued to bloom despite the invading hordes.