Too hot.
The grass is dormant, not dead. And no, I won't water it anymore.
But the tomatoes, they are doing very well!
Sometimes I hug the tomato plants so the smell of the vines carry inside.
I may try planting more beans and peas. Maybe we'll have another round?
It has just begun and will end soon.
Let's keep working.
No popsicles for the neighbors this year.
But there are sunflowers for the whole neighborhood to enjoy.
Fireworks at the resort with a front row seat.
Coming home to music and pasta.
Very tan shoulders. And legs and left arm.
We will wait on a house. We are young, wild, and free.
I write. He reads.
The dahlias are coming.
I check my work email every few weeks. I do miss it.
This will be the shortest summer on record.
Chamomile and rehabilitated nasturtiums.
I take pictures again.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
We made a list, but it can carry into the year.
I hope fall brings cooler weather.
To recap, I gardened a lot.
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