Just before 8am, it's cool and comfortable at 70 degrees. The mosquitoes are out in full force. The cat followed me wherever I went in the yard this morning. I finally left her perched on the edge of the retaining wall near the chimney. I've got bites that need scratching.
There's no indication in the garden or the air of what's to come today.
Another foxglove is blooming.
It's been a strange summer. Forecast today calls for 99. The heat index will be into the triple digits by lunch time. When the sun sets, the concrete will begin to radiate the stored heat back into the air. Before all that, I've got plans to spend 2 hours in the yard pulling plants, collecting seeds, and hopefully planting a couple of things that I've been watering twice a day in their pots. But first, another cup of coffee.