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Disconnections: July 2.18

Dear reader,

It is 5:30 in the morning. The humidity is 92%. My house temp is set at 79 and the air conditioner is working hard to keep it there.

My Uncle George’s attic was the hottest place I’d ever known. Now my upstairs feels like that. It’s a dusty, dry, old-house hot. My house isn’t nearly as old as Uncle George’s, and not half as magical, but my upstairs sure bakes me just the way his attic did.

The retention pond is just what you’d expect, supporting a layer of foaming goo, exuding plague, at the very least. Yesterday it looked as though someone had spilled a tanker of WD-40, and I felt a real pang of sympathy for the poor frogs.

The flowers are doing their brave best, bless their little stamens, but this extended wet heat is good for nothing except that pond goo. Everything droops. Mold and mildew are dancing with joy.

Twenty minutes outside is the maximum. If that. All gardeners know that twenty minutes is nothing, so, when that is all the time you have, it’s triage watering. Deadheading and weeding are luxuries you can’t afford to indulge in. Forget standing back and regarding the whole with your head to one side, deciding what to do different next year. No time for gardener’s neuroses!

Everyone I hear from says ditto, ditto. The wilt is universal. So do be careful, dear reader. Water yourself first!

Maureen

 

 


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Connections: September 26.16

2015-10-65-bottle-treeSometimes the genies of summer

won’t let go their hold

so we arrange their favorite bottles

and put out our own red and gold

thus do we help Mother Nature

get on with the business at hand

cooling our heat-weary world

coloring it with new crayons.

Thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives and the D.J. Berg Whimsy Archives.

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Connections: September 5.16

2016-08 - 41 - Purple flowersIn the park

in the season of no name

greens waver

the high grass

restless, uncertain

twists

as a wistful air plays

against its parchment edges

sighing

a sepia wash hovers

over the letting-go

but

here and there

a regal smear

of purple.

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: August 28

getPart (2)The rational being within us

when heat and humidity combine

demands we take proper action:

get out and stand in line

because

the muggier the air

the longer the queue

the better the vanilla

the caramel

the goo.

(That’s me on the left. I think the photographer got my good side.)

And yet more thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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