A June Night

At 9:42 pm, the thermometer reads 89-degrees.

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I made a quick check-up on the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden tonight – when the thermometer still read 106.

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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.

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It is too hot for man, woman, beast, or bunny.

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“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.” ~ Russel Baker

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The plants and flowers surprised me; they have held up amazingly well.

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In their second season, they are taller providing shade for their roots which are better mulched this year as well.

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The dogs are tucked in. The only sounds are those of nature’s creatures scurrying to feed and drink before night blankets the garden.

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“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” ~ Bern Williams

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Tomorrow’s forecast: 108. Sigh. I think it will be a good day to spend hosing down doggies.