I am typing this with the windows open and a 64 degree breeze blowing through the room; it’s heaven. I imagine this relief of the oppression of the hardest to endure season is the same northerners have at the arrival of Spring.
I also forgot about the blue flowered Salvia gaurenetica, the dark purple May Night salvias, and the red flowered fire spike and dwarf bottlebrush. And so, and I say this full aware of the absurdity of it, the ONLY flower color I don’t actually have in the back garden as I was talking about on the last post is peach. Peach… literally one of my favorite flower colors. Sigh. What ya gonna do, man. What ya gonna do.
It’s supposed to be 103 tomorrow, did you know that? It’s so hot already I can get drenched in sweat if I wait until 10am to move 4 chickens into their run- this is not a difficult or time consuming task, just FYI.
You know my old soapbox about staying home and staying safe? I still feel that, deeply. But considering I just flew to and from Florida for work means there should be a big ol’ hypocrisy asterisk on the side of said soapbox.
In my defense this was a required onsite for me to test out my product on a massive construction project north of Tampa.