The weather in the Western U.P. continues to be ghastly hot and humid. For a minute this morning I found myself thinking of snow (but then came to my senses). The light has been nothing less than horrid for making photographs, such that most of my daily work is in the studio with Polaroid materials and wildflowers. The gardens look like they are from Mars as the heat and humidity has acted like a greenhouse and everything is taller than me in many areas. I think the Joe Pye weed will make seven to eight feet in front of the house (with beautiful purple flower heads in late August till first frost). The various types of Bee Balm (Monarda) are just starting to bloom, while the heliopsis (giant sunflower-like perennials) are seven feet tall and blooming. This is a nice season for visual people. As has been the case for the past few years, often on weekends, cars will creep by to take in the view, with an occasional visitor pulling in the drive and asking for a garden tour.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. ~Victor Hugo