Business as usual, here.
31 max.
Precious little breezes.
The garden is slowly settling into its summer hibernation.
Less deadheading and ready to rake all the dead stuff into a top mulch.
Problem is that the passing goat flock prefers to eat the mulch pile, rather than the , luscious looking, green, wild Olive bushes .
But enough of our problems !
We might see a little rain, Monday.... Allegedly.