That burst of summer air may be thrilling for me. I certainly do love eating breakfast on the porch and lingering there afterwards with my dog and my book.
(Wait, where's Millie? Oh, there she is! Um, that's my seat girl... I guess I'll take the other one..)
But as the day progresses, Millie spends more and more time underneath the couch. Who can blame her -- it's the coolest spot in the house. The outside world? It may be okay in the very early morning, but once everything heats up, my pup is wondering what the heck happened to lovely, cold winter? On our walk, Millie lets me know that she would like it if I chose a less sunny path. When she sees a patch of shade, she lies down in it. Our progress is very slow. And I scrap the idea of going to the dog park. What she does not need today is a run across a sun-baked field.
I put aside the garden planning for today in favor of trip planning. It's pleasant in the sun-less Sally's House, I have to hand it that. I work away until early afternoon, when I meet up with Ed (along with Millie) at Tati's. We were aiming for a lunch there, but the food preparer went home early so we satisfy ourselves with junk food (a cinnamon roll), the crumbs of which keep Millie happy.
Afterwards, I do a bunch of watering, including at Steffi's House. When the temps hit 90F/32C, and you have 85 little pots with plants waiting to go in, and newly planted roses and a lilac in a garden, and several dozen potted flowers on the porch -- well, you're going to be lugging a lot of water to keep all of them alive. I'm not even trying for "thriving." Just strong enough to survive this heat wave.
Ignoring the heat, I cook up a pot of veggie soup for supper. I need a week of easy meals. Reheated soup sounds about right. Five nights of it, coming up! (Okay, with a salad, but that takes very little time if you are as swift as I am with washing lettuce.)
Evening: I hardly know where to turn. Work on planting plans? Make a list of what I should take on the trip that starts exactly in two weeks? I do neither. I play with Millie then go back to the computer to tidy up some trip details. The door to the porch is wide open, the night air cools the house. Millie is happy. And so am I.
with so much love...
