Until now, summer has been moderate, kind even, for Georgia. So many other places have been scorched, drenched, or parched. I promised I'll never bitch again about the weather here being dull.
Of course, the green folk are loving it. Everything growing on the dye deck is lush, as long as I'm bringing water.
The Old Mother Thyme (or is it Rosemary?) gets a whack whenever I get close just for the spice of she flings into the air. This year she's sharing her pot with some morning glories, nasturtiums, and a stray sunflower.
For the first time, I've successfully gotten some hollyhocks past the seed stage. I'll keep them here and bring them in come winter. The plan is to get them out between the new blueberry bushes under the kitchen windows. First-year and there are berries! I'm leaving them for Charlie to pick when he gets home on Saturday. He has been dearly missed.
Big changes are on the horizon.