This is supposedly the last day of this heat wave in the Boston area (it’s the third one this season). August 13, 2025.
We will walk Finn after supper.
My hands are a mess from weeding.
Sometimes I like rogue ferns. Sometimes I don’t.
Every week, this protest is happening I’m told. Twenty minutes north of here. Today? It’s really hot and I have a workshop til one. Next week, we’ll be in Maine. But after that? I’ll go.
This is one of two miracle rhodies. I chopped them back in the spring — ALL their leaves were curled, rust-colored. I thought they were dead. Didn’t want to look at dead bushes. If I’d taken a minute, I’d have learned it would be prudent to leave them be. That’s a lesson for me. Slowing down. Taking a beat. But today I’ll take the other lesson to heart and that is the regenerative power of a seemingly dead stump.
My garden is weeds.ha!
Rhododendrons can look dismal when dry (I’m trying not to look at ours for now) but they are quite resilient. Maybe I can weed today. It seems all my energy goes into watering. Your garden is lovely.
I water a ton too. I feel guilty doing it.
Dee~ The photo of the garden path (and garden) is lovely. What a beautiful space you’ve created. We just said yesterday how it has not been a super hot summer for here. None of those “115 degrees in the shade” days like we’ve had so often in the past. It is a mixed up world, for sure.
Nancy
Climate weirding is probably a better term than warming.