Note to self: You are not, in any way, shape, or form, athletic enough to garden heavily in direct sun on an eighty degree day. Inching close to heatstroke is not a good thing. At all. And when even the dogs want to go someplace cool, for God’s sake, take the hint.
Anyway, as I’ve made clear, I gardened—and the garden conquered. I am currently laid flat on my back in bed. Pooped. And thinking about the poor lizard living underground whose tail I accidentally cut off with the shovel, and whose nest of soft white eggs I completely disturbed. I collected all I could find and placed them in the hole where the lizard ran to after its tail detached and started…flopping wildly around. Oh, and there was a big black snake, perhaps poisonous, with a fat tummy. I hope my favorite chipmunk did not meet an untimely end.