I just came in from watering my patio plants. It is 100 degrees out there. And it feels every bit of it.
It is times like this that I wish I could move to a cooler climate. Maybe be close to an ocean. Breathe mountain air.
I took my garden snippers and went to work on dead blooms and plants gone wild. I don’t think the plants will make it long if this heat keeps up.
I didn’t make it long out there. About fifteen minutes and I was ready to head back into the air conditioning.
The only way to keep cool during this horrid hot weather is to draw the blinds and live in the dim shadows.
Before noon I go around to my few windows, draw them closed, and help the air conditioning do its job. It is an old unit and needs all the help it can get.
The cone flowers are doing much better in the corner by the patio door. They aren’t drooping like they were in the other spot.
I moved a terra cotta pot of shasta daisies next to them, but I may have made the move too late to save them.
The wonderful thing about container gardening is that you have the option of moving the pots to figure out what exposure they prefer. Sometimes what it says on the plant or back of the seed packet isn’t entirely accurate, because they don’t know your situation.
Such as the fact that my containers are on hot cement.
This week I got the $10 kitchen table sanded, primed and painted. As well as the black buffet that is black no more! Now I’m working on my gallery wall opposite the sofa/chaise.