At 9:42 pm, the thermometer reads 89-degrees.
I made a quick check-up on the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden tonight – when the thermometer still read 106.
I discovered Rob mowing despite his promise not to if it was too hot. He lied. Out of respect, I will not share a photo of him dripping sweat. The fresh cut looks lovely though.
It is too hot for man, woman, beast, or bunny.
“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.” ~ Russel Baker
The plants and flowers surprised me; they have held up amazingly well.
In their second season, they are taller providing shade for their roots which are better mulched this year as well.
The dogs are tucked in. The only sounds are those of nature’s creatures scurrying to feed and drink before night blankets the garden.
“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” ~ Bern Williams
Tomorrow’s forecast: 108. Sigh. I think it will be a good day to spend hosing down doggies.