be happy for this moment.

A garden is never so good as it will be next year.
Thomas Cooper

I had taken all of these lovely photos a few weeks ago of my garden and outdoor areas at home. Beautiful blooms on the Hostas, bright green ferns, fresh herbs, flowering Hydrangea and ripening tomatoes.






With the recent killer heat in St. Louis everything is literally smoked. My rosemary is merely a skeleton of twigs, the ferns are curling, my hostas are wilted and the poor hydrangea flowers are no longer pink but rather an unsightly shade of burnt orange.

Needless to say, it looks rough. I won't even mention the unfortunate demise of my happy little tomatoes at the hands of sneaky, stealing squirrels. Fantasies of fresh summer tomatoes on salads dashed from my head.

So I'll leave you with the pretty, lush photos of early June and spare you the cremated garden remains of mid-July.

Is it fall yet?