Summer came to my Southern California garden this week. My daughter is surely doing her happy dance, sun lover that she is. I guess I had enough sun in my youth to make me glow forever because it felt like a slap in the face to me. May is supposed to be cool with wonderfully longer days. It is supposed to be in the seventies, eighties. One hundred degrees is about 25 too many.
The last of my winter garden was holding on until one hundred came to town. My celery is now compost.
Poor sad celery. It can't take the heat, kindred are we.
It was time we made room for more melons anyway. That's looking on the bright side...with summer comes melons!