It's Too Hot

The bullfrog spends another lazy day in the pond that feels like August in the river. A squirrel continues to drink all of the nectar from the hummingbird feeder. The daisies that I planted earlier this week (I know, too late in the season) continue to droop, although I water them every day.

About a month ago I was thrilled to see oh so happy plants coming up. I could almost watch them growing every day. But it's slowed to a crawl now because it's hot and dry. We had a storm last night, but not enough. My plants are waiting for a good soaking first, before they spend their energy on a growth spurt.

I've got a lot of lettuce and basil in the garden, but the snow pea production has screeched to a halt. The tomatoes are blooming. A little. Don't worry, I'll let you know when I see the first one. The squash plants have given me a few orange flowers but not speck of fruit yet. I have two small cucumbers and four or five more in an embryonic stage. I hear baby birds in the box on the garden fence. The proud parents are House Wrens. Are they who ate my blueberries? The deer are eating most anything, but they are doing me the favor of just nibbling a bit here, a bit there and not mowing everything down. We can coexist.

Daisies and Brown-eyed Susan's are up. Purple and Green-eyed Coneflowers are blooming. The Bee Balm is almost there. So is the Astilbe. And the Foam Flower. It's supposed to rain a little more in the next few days, so I anxiously wait for the week ahead. Do I hear thunder rumbling in the distance? The Dragon's Tail near the fish pond can't wait.

Summer will be here officially next week. Hip, hip, hooray. Lazy summer. What a wonderful time to sit and watch things grow.