There’s no hope for rain. I am dreading the time when either there will be some sort of curtail on watering lawns or a tropical storm that will drown us.
My beans and squash are burning up. I feel like I should protect them with umbrellas. Unfortunately I don’t have any.
The volunteer roma tomatoes are producing. It looks like the other tomatoes I planted in front of the garage are cherry. They have lots of flowers.
The eggplants are beautiful. They have delicate flowers. I love them even if they don’t produce fruit.
I wonder where the warming deniers are when we are experiencing these conditions. They are always around when it gets really cold. They hide when it gets really hot and all of the cold precipitation melts and floods places. Like the old sand crabs we used to play with on the beach. They don’t know anything. They don’t care about anything. They want everything to stay the same for as long as possible.
I think it’s already too late.