Here on the East Coast it has been unbearably hot for what seems like the entire summer. I can’t remember experiencing a month of 90 degree temps. I feel as though my brain is as fried and crispy as my garden is. What little grass we have is more tan than green. The tomato plants have a tan tinge to the leaves. Between the nibbling chickens and the heat, the sweet woodruff I planted in the spring has croaked. I think one of the two plants may survive. The winterberry seems to have shrunk underground and the spicebush I planted looks like a dead twig. This shouldn’t be happening so early in the summer.
Between the brain sizzle and working on a huge casting, I haven’t been posting much. Hopefully the heat will break and my brain will start working again. Until then, here’s a photo of the world’s largest frying pan.
Nice to meet you and your blog! I’m trying to remember when my perennials died back last year. I know it wasn’t this early!! It’s sad. I know they’re dying of heatstroke.