These are the days that try a gardener’s heart. Hot, hot, hot and dry, dry, dry. There are long cracks in the ground in areas where I have not been watering. The pasture grasses are brittle. The pond is shrinking. The trees are sagging. Everything seems to be holding its breath until the next good rain. I hope it isn’t too long in arriving.
I had a bit of a limp this morning. I was startled awake just after midnight by something stinging my ankle. I told you I must be sweet! Now critters are trying to devour me in my sleep. I have no idea what stung me- scorpion, wasp, spider- but aside from the initial pain and a tiny bit of swelling it seems to be fine this afternoon. Is it safe to spray myself and my bed with insect repellent just before bedtime, or would I suffocate from the smell? Lol
As you might imagine, I am awake very early each morning to complete anything remotely connected with work before we reach the 100 mark on the thermometer. By nine this morning I had watered, fed the birds, edged a flowerbed, dusted the ceiling fans, vacuumed, washed a load of clothes, cleaned the bathroom, and mopped the kitchen. Then I went to the genealogy library for a couple of hours of research. I’m going to work on a few projects and then it will be time for a spot in front of the AC with a good book. I told you…getting by… that’s the mantra for the next few weeks.