It's been an especially hot and nasty summer around Dallas - and much of the country, apparently. So my complaining about it won't get me much sympathy.
One of the worst things is watching the plants suffer. My in-laws are coming to visit, so I planted a bunch of new flowers in front of the house, only to watch them shrivel within hours. They've since bounced back a little, but a landscape filled with semi-shrivelled flowers isn't exactly the impression I wanted to make on my family.
"I thought she was supposed to be a gardener!" I can hear my MIL say to my FIL in a hushed, tut-tut type of voice. Actually, my MIL is a wonderful woman and would probably never say such a thing. But...these are English people, and they have no way of knowing the struggles we Southern U.S. gardeners endure. They come from the land of lush backyards and Alan Titchmarsh, after all.
The family arrives tomorrow. I bought a bunch of new flowers yesterday and am going to plant them around the yard tonight in hopes they hold for a couple of days. After that, I don't care what happens.
Especially Nice New Purchases: A 'Red Riding Hood' mandevilla (from Home Depot!), enormous 'Hot Papaya' and 'Harvest Moon' coneflowers