Instead of actually doing anything with my day, I spend an hour and a half compulsively re-organizing until it gets too hot to function.
Spring gives the nod to Summer and favored blossoms fade at least the ones who moved to slow to prosper in the shade
Another look at my Moro orange seedling followed by a purple basil that appeared out of thin air and fresh and vigorous sprout from the bare root of another rescue of a transplant I broke (that was planted anyway and is thriving as well).
The Slender Garden. Unused strip on the Eastern side works perfectly to offer the watermelon as much room as it might need.
Frustrated over the lack of fire in this wave of cuts, I still haven't hardened my heart enough to give up completely.
While nothing to write home about, this batch of sad clones are hanging on and actually flowering under the less than ideal conditions they've been relegated to.
Watching last year's display through videos posted on my Periscope account gives me a better sense of how much things have changed and makes the victory of a wave of Hibiscus seedlings even sweeter.
Wife is having giving the house a makeover which has my various dainties spread out along the driveway while I tackle putting a new cover on the larger greenhouse.