You know the drill: sun, rain, sun, rain, sun, rain . . . .
As a result, everything around here looks like this:
It's all fabulous and fantastic and grand. But what I'm interested in is how all our little friends here fare in the Dog Days of summer. When it's hot, and water is scarce, and their pots contain more roots than dirt. Then we'll know what's what. Then we'll see who's who. Then we'll know who rocks the garden.
Then, hopefully, we'll have tomatoes.