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| If you can't read this, it says 105F. |
Hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk, if we had one. Which we don't.
Hotter 'n hell. Well, probably not.
From my husband, master of colorful metaphors and similes: Hotter than frog legs in a frying pan.
And appropriate for our house: so hot the chickens are laying hard-boiled eggs.
Anyway, you get the idea. If you have any fun things to add, feel free. Keep it clean, though. This is a family enterprise.
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| This is what my east bed and my beautiful phlox look like after the sun has its way with them - taken at about 1 p.m. |
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| We have to shade our veggies here in Texas. We learned this trick last year, and it does prolong the life of our garden a little while. |
Wow! Abq was 103-110 and some of it looked like that, too...in fact your place's light and soil look like we look. That poor phlox...
ReplyDeleteSince then a cool front came through, and we have enjoyed the coolest nights that I've ever known in July - 68 degrees two nights running - amazing!
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