The past week of fierce heat has scorched a lot of foliage.
Murky light, thick stifling air.
Later in the morning we went to the coast where it wasn't much cooler. The heat felt like an avenging angel.
A local nursery had set up their annual Halloween store. It is one of those things that supports the sale of the important stuff (plants).
Or is that entity with a spear the Avenging Angel of Retail? Sell, or perish!
It was great to be out of the house for a few hours. The long stretch of terrible heat gave me a terrible case of gardening withdrawal and cabin fever. I felt like this all week:
We're supporting the sale of plants! Buy us!
Seeing the prices, my face had the same expressions:
This store does a fabulous job of displaying this Halloween stuff. It's a little different every year. Sometimes it's a dungeon, sometimes Frankenstein's laboratory, with fog machines and the Harry Potter waltz playing over the sound system.
We subsidize the sale of plants. We subsidize the sale of plants. Meow!
I bought a nine dollar Croton 'Mammy'. Crotons are fabulous in the San Diego area. I'm curious to see if it will grow here.
Late in the afternoon, after a day of suffocating heat, it poured rain for exactly two minutes. I rushed buckets into place.
The water pouring off the roof was black with four months of dust. But free water is free water. It gets dirty as soon as you pour it onto the ground anyway.
Plants were washed clean. The brief rain broke the heat, and promised cooler weather to come.
It was a strange, strange day.