107 degrees in the shade

I won't take pictures of my homestead just now. My quarantined tomatoes droop on the vine – I grew a lot just to share, and now that I can’t, I’ve sort of lost interest in the whole daily irrigation side of things. I'm only 1/8 Italian, afterall.

And the cucumbers, now also quarantined, I grew more to share than to eat. I’m pickling some, but that’s so labor intensive. You have to check the pH on a daily basis and blah blah, blah. On the seventh day of tending these pickles, I realized I hadn’t wanted, purchased, or eaten a pickle since 1990. What was I thinking? Fuck pickles.

But outside my garden, it's beautiful tonight. The heat finally broke; I swear I heard it crack.