Apples and lavender

 

A happy-sounding blog title for what's shaping up to be a miserable day.

A pretty sight. So many apples the branches are drooping. Last summer (stuck at home) I thinned them out and got fewer but larger fruit. I never got around to it this spring.

The heat-loving lavender grew to a beautiful, freakish size and was a feast for the eyes and bees. I filled a big jar yesterday with dried flower heads. It smells wonderful in the bedroom, but it was so hot we spent the night downstairs in the double bed, tossing and turning with the air purifier running.

Why complain about things you have no control over? But Friday the13th is a bad luck weather day with temperatures in the mid 90's again. We're supposed to stay inside with the windows closed (yea, right) because unhealthy levels of smoke blanket the entire state.

We just peeked out the backdoor at another rather terrifying red sunrise. And end-of-the-world looking thing. John said maybe our younger neighbors will drop by to check on the "old couple on the corner." Ha.