Our house has no air conditioning, and day after day of sweltering heat has left us all, the humans and the pets, wilted and longing for coolness. Today the cool air drifted in from the north and we set out at dusk for a walk, the kiss of a breeze on our cheek.
All day yesterday and through the night a gentle rain fell on the garden. This afternoon the dog and I, and a multitude of mosquitoes, took a tour to see what’s what.
The petite hostas rimmed in lime green have lovely purple blooms.
Two years ago I planted a hibiscus that was a gift or random giveaway. Last year it graced me with two lovely pink blooms. This year there are no less than 80 blooms on it! I can’t wait for the spectacular show.
Every day another thunderstorm, never drying off enough to cut the grass and deadhead flowers. The house is engulfed in green and blooms.
Rain is forecast into the foreseeable future. But I’m grateful for greenery; saddened by news from the west of roaring fires and parched earth and 19 brave lives lost. One more reminder to live life with a grateful heart, never knowing what may come.
I’m enjoying a rare day off, right in the middle of the week, and it gives me a chance to join Jane’s Flowers In the House party. I’m definitely late to the party, but this is what vacation days are for, and it seems too fun not to join in.
We inherited a bedraggled hydrangea when we moved in 8 years ago. I love the way the blooms fade like watercolors from blue to pink. By summer’s end they’ll be green. I tucked in a woodland fern that grows in the same bed.