Late August. The armpit of the year. The cool spell is over, it is dry and roasting hot out there. It hasn’t rained for weeks. Maybe it will never rain again. Mimi complains when we get into the hot car. What are all those long-sleeved tops in my closet for? It’s been so long I’ve forgotten.
Almost nothing blooms now. Coneflowers, sunflowers, mint, rose of sharon, and the morning glories. The morning glories are a delicious delight.
Soon. In a month it will be cool again. Soon.