I just came in from watering. It is 100 degrees. 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 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 escape back into the air conditioning.
The only way to keep cool 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.
The coneflowers are doing much better in the corner by the patio door. They aren’t drooping like they were. I moved a terra cotta pot of shasta daisies up by them, but I may have gotten to them too late.
Now is the time to concentrate on indoor projects, and that’s just what I’ve been doing.