It's hot, though, with 105 degree days in a row and not a bit of rain. In June we usually have over three inches of rain. So far this month: .01 inches. It's dry. The plants are dying. If not for diligent watering, it'd all already be over.
So I give you the bits of color still remaining in my garden.
The birds are eating the grapes
(already done with the peaches).
The girls withered in the park before 10 in the morning, and we were the only ones there Wednesday. Lily said she's rather be at home watching her lectures, and Rosie agreed.
Raspberry the pink monkey demanding to go home.
Even Lucy called it quits
and decided the easiest, coolest way to be was
the most unlady-like of positions.