The weather report says that the heat index reached 125F or so today here in Baltimore, which is simply unspeakable.
So I won’t speak of it. Instead I will show you pictures.
Lilies and hydrangea from the garden. I’ve been cutting the lilies as they hit their peak, and bringing them into the house so they can stink up the joint with that heady, sweet scent of theirs.
This morning’s farmer’s market was a wonderful orgy of high-summer fruit. We bought white peaches and yellow, white nectarines (one of my favorites), and the most glorious tiny sweet yellow-orange cherry tomatoes. It’s a little MStew of me, but I always think fruit looks prettier on Depression-era glass, somehow. (And to make up for the MStew quotient, you can enjoy my very old, very faded, very seriously worn and stained tablecloth, heh.)
So pretty. Now if my own tomatoes would just hurry up and ripen…
