Alstromeria

Waffles for breakfast and a day of puttering in and out of the garden. Finding dropped plums under the tree, like searching for eggs under floppy iris leaves and dense shrubs. The fog is coming in; I can see the thick band on the horizon from this window, and it will cool things down overnight. The interesting news in the paper is of people flocking to Death Valley where the temperature was expected to hit 130 degrees Fahrenheit (yes, you read it right)--they wanted to say they'd been there when the record was set. I hope I never get that desperate for a conversation starter.