I'm hiding out in exactly the same way a person might who is living through a severe cold spell.
Only for us it's heat.
102 degrees to be exact.
You just can't go outside and do anything.
My poor plants are gasping. Their roots are in moist soil, but it doesn't matter. They just can't suck up water fast enough to compensate for the heat.
I hate to see them suffer.
But I know by nightfall, they will all look better.
But I'm annoyed by this kind of heat when some of the tomatoes are blooming. Poor blossoms can't take it. I was hoping to get ahead of the heat this year.
But as Robert Burns once said....
"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley."
(Ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth....)
Only for us it's heat.
102 degrees to be exact.
You just can't go outside and do anything.
My poor plants are gasping. Their roots are in moist soil, but it doesn't matter. They just can't suck up water fast enough to compensate for the heat.
I hate to see them suffer.
But I know by nightfall, they will all look better.
But I'm annoyed by this kind of heat when some of the tomatoes are blooming. Poor blossoms can't take it. I was hoping to get ahead of the heat this year.
But as Robert Burns once said....
"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley."
(Ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth....)