It always struck me as odd that after the summer solstice the days start getting shorter.
I’d kill for a nice steady rain. I know that is an unpopular statement.
Once again, last weekend was hot and humid bringing up claims of “I hate summer” on the job sites.
Last weekend’s weather brought climate change into focus. Saturday was so hot there was some complaining and whining on the job site.
I swear, I’ll never complain about Mother Nature again.
Everything in garden world is bursting with new life. I hardly know where to begin.
Last week’s two hot days accelerated the season in spades. All the lawns have greened up.
The quinces and cherries are in full and glorious bloom. Forsythia and daffodils are still holding their own.
My editor at the Gazette is kind enough to pick up my column every Wednesday morning.
The weather has been a topic of conversation for a couple months. There is quite a lot of complaining in a person’s daily travels.
The one good thing I can say about the gloomy, chilly days is that my snowdrops have looked great.
It’s just not right when Easter is early and winter refuses to let go.