It has been too hot to blog. All I would have said is, “I’m too hot. I need a shower/drink/nap/trip to anywhere with air conditioning. Then clouds appeared. Then a drop of water. Then thundershowers. Now it is cool again.
The heat accelerated the ripening of everything. Last spring I bought a few of those seed packets labeled “butterfly mix,” “meadows,” that sort of thing, and scattered the contents where I figured Julien wouldn’t mow down the sprouts. They sprouted and flowered. The way I garden, that’s a miracle in itself. Now I have a bonus in all those seed pods. I spread them on big sheets of paper where I now see little black seeds collecting. Next the seeds will go in little bags labeled with my own home-grown taxonomy: “blue knee-high,” “purple waist-high” or maybe, in a burst of specificity, “hollyhocks, pink.”
That’s it for now. I’m still recovering.