Okay, it’s summer. I get it. It’s hot every day. And humid. And even when I think it’s not so bad, a short walk leaves me feeling like I’m stuck inside my own personal heat booth.
The plants seem happy. More squash are flowering. I’m finding more female squash blossoms, with the little mini-me versions of the squash-to-be underneath. Like this yellow crookneck. So cute.
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