Herons Under My Ficus Tree
Nearing ten in the morning and already the thermometer outside my kitchen window reads 90°. I should not go outside when it is over 80° as I tend to keel over in the heat, felled by my scary old heart/lung/vagus nerve problem. Old age is not for cowards. I slipped outside for a moment to knock the beetles off my precious roses with a couple of sharp raps with a broom handle, a quick, new strategy that might or might not work. I also watered a few new plants outside and my ficus tree inside. I will work on the computer for most of the day, and can only look longingly out through the study window. Awww.