Hooboy! Hot!

Wifey was telling me that the thermometer read 106 and change in the sun on the deck.  The naked kid is literally submerged in a 5-gallon bucket of cold water out there.  We can’t even get the other one to leave the house.  It’s hot is what I’m saying.

As much as the monkeys may whine about it, the other life forms seem pretty happy.  Sure, there’s a bit of mid-day wilting going on, but that’s OK.  They’ll snap out of it when the sun gets a bit lower.

Most things, though, are ‘making hay while the sun shines.’

Nothing Says Summer Quite Like a Sunflower

And, in case you’re wondering what happened to all the bees…

Where All the Bees Went

They’re in my front yard.  You can come get them if you want.

The “warm weather crops” have all gone cuckoo.  Everyone seems to have shifted from vegetative growth (esp. the squashy type things) into fruiting mode.  The squash are literally going from button to nearly overgrown in a day or two.

Uh... a Big Pot of Soup?

Most of the cucumbers aren’t making it to pickle status because they’re getting so big, so fast.  The good news is that they’re being converted into eggs by the ladies.  My neighbors are all starting to get unexplainable visits wherein, I knock on the door, they answer, and I hand them a bouquet of sweet peas or a giant penis-shaped squash.  Then I just walk away, leaving them perplexed.

Very sly of me.

This Is a Flower.

This is a flower.

The Perfect Head of Cabbage

I’m not sure what I did this year, specifically, but I have created the Supreme Cabbage.  Kneel before it.  Worship its perfect spherical goodness.  Know that its glorious appearance was matched only by its crisp, deep cabbagey taste.  Amen.

(By the way, what I think I did this year was simply pay them more attention with keeping off the aphids and caterpillars.  I also fertilized a bit earlier with a higher nitrogen blend when it was colder.)

Anyway, that post was just a palate cleanser after yesterday’s.  Hope you feel better now.