I can’t believe that we are in the last month of summer so soon.
Already we have moved on from the uncomfortable hot days of July to the cool evenings of August.
This is my favourite time of the summer. Not only because I was married in August, but also because I love the coolness that sweeps in, allowing me to relish the crispness of the evenings while snuggled next to the Dreamboat.
And on top of that is the realization that another holiday weekend has arrived.
I guess we should have known by the oddly warm and early spring we had this year that we were in for one hot summer, but this is crazy.
It is insanely warm. Not only are people having a hard time in the heat, but so are the plants.
Take my poor little herbs I potted in May. All was well with them at first. Then at the end of June I went away for a few days to help with kitchen reno (by help I mean watch) and then off to my Dad’s wedding. And while I was away that blaring sun got to my herbs.
I came home to pots of dying and, in some cases, downright fried little herbs. I cut back what I could and took good care of them..
Some of them are almost recovered. Others, though, I am pretty sure are dead.