Sunday, August 14, 2022
A Very Complainy Post
Another scorcher today -- up to 91º F (33º C). I think that's slightly cooler than yesterday, by a few degrees. I took Olga to Fortune Green where even the owl statue needed a sun hat!
The cemetery is still looking dry, dry, dry. That's the so-called butterfly garden on the left. It's gone entirely to seed and I saw nary a butterfly. It doesn't seem to have been a great year for all the gatekeepers and meadow browns that usually populate the cemetery.
We took it slow, relaxing in the shade when needed, and I carried a water bowl so Olga could have frequent drinks. She was energetic enough to chase her ball several times, but there was a lot of panting.
Meanwhile, back in the garden, some plants are looking bleak. Here are our day lilies:
This is despite the fact that they've been watered numerous times over the summer. I thought day lilies were pretty tolerant of heat and sun, but we barely have leaves, much less a flower.
At least we're trying. Some people have given up.
I passed this patio on my walk with Olga yesterday morning. Now, I'm not sure this is entirely attributable to the drought. Even the inside plants are dead. Basically everything on that patio, with the possible exception of the irises on the right, needs to be thrown out.
I hate to be too complainy. I mean, weather happens, right? We're supposed to get rain starting tomorrow, though as I've said before, I'll believe it when I see it.
One thing I will get complainy about is the bug bites that have ravaged my arms and legs. There's some kind of little no-see-um in our garden that bites the heck out of me when I'm watering, especially as I brush past foliage. They're tiny, black, flying gnat-like things. Midges? Black flies? I almost never see the insect itself, but I sure feel the effects. When I was watering on Thursday evening I got back into the area behind our banana tree, off the patio, and when I emerged again I felt like I was ON FIRE. I have hundreds of bites, and they're so intensely itchy that I've had to occasionally take a Benadryl.
I've had these bites in past years, usually while picking blackberries in the garden, but I've never had them this bad.
Complain, complain, complain.
Some good things have happened. I got lots of errands done on Friday, including taking some of my rescued slides to be scanned. So I should be able to blog those next week.
I also finished Anne Moody's autobiography about her Civil Rights work, and I'm working on my ever-present backlog of New Yorker magazines. I only have two more days left of summer vacation before I'm back to work on Wednesday. Where did the time go?