No, that's not quite the temperature, just feels that way by noon.
Therefore I have been getting out to tend the garden at the crack of dawn lately to try to salvage what is left after this broiling midsummer has baked every bloom to toasty brown.
The only thing the heat hasn't stopped is the weeds.
After making a bit of headway I took a much needed rest for coffee. (I know, hot, but remember the whole crack of dawn thing)
Of course my camera is always by my side, so as I wilted into my chair I took a few shots in a semi circle.
Hence the 180.
This area of the garden is a patio off of our walk out basement. It has some semblance of shade for much of the day.
It is still somewhat lush.
So I thought a would share a bit of cool morning greenery.
Especially for us parched midwesterners.
The heat isn't that unusual for this time of year here, but every July we complain that it has NEVER been this hot.
Oh, and you southerners too, who are used to this. Sheesh, I do love the south and plan to be a belle in my next life, but how do you take it?
Well, back at it. I refuse to let the heat get the better of my garden.
Even if it kills me.
We still have August...
"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."
Yours in sunny days, P.