The Summer of my Discontent
But I Digress…July 2025
Not gonna lie: this is shaping up to be the Worst. Summer. Ever.
I wish you could have seen my garden yesterday morning. All the prior week’s rain had turned it into a giant weed patch. Before the humidity forced an early retreat through the excess of sweat dripping down my face and stinging my eyes, I managed to pull the weeds around my cucumbers, tomat…