This was the temperature yesterday. It felt hotter. Much, much hotter.
The hosta took a liking to the white blooms and makes a pleasing bouquet. It's particularly nice to admire while we slowly bake.
Meanwhile Fish and Buddha have the shadiest spot in the garde, overlooking the pond.
I'd join them if I could figure out how to extricate myself after cooling off. The muscles don't always cooperate for the return trip and if I got stuck there long enough Buddha would have permanent company.
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