Doing nothing continues.  Some of the problem is between my ears, but there is no overlooking my plain need for time without any particular purpose.  Sorry, Puritans.

Meanwhile, please join me in the garden – where things are bone dry.  I keep watering, and the sun keeps shining in the mild, cloudless sky.  We’ve had less than 25% of our normal precipitation.

These are my first snapdragons of the summer, and a few more will pop this week.  The cosmos and zinnias are trying very hard to bloom at about half the height they were last year.  I keep pinching them back but I think they just don’t have enough water to get excited about being tall.

Lamb’s ear and grapevines are unperturbed by the drought – and no one at the garden knows what the gorgeous purple things are – but they sure are vibrant..  The petunias I planted outside my building match the fading roses left by neighbor Alan, who moved out late in the fall.  Did you know I love petunias so much?  Not more than peonies, but close.  Their fragrance is everything summer to me.