It felt like a near-death experience. Me. Turbo kickboxing after eight months away. Burning chest, raspy breathing, nausea. And my chipper instructor was happily babbling about the weather. While I glared, I somehow absorbed her information: Low 90s this weekend. No way! Too soon.
But it's almost June and in Sacramento that spells summer heat.
The only thing good about it? The (five month) burst of hot sun will be fabulous for my burgeoning tomato garden.
|Newly acquired sun stake for my front yard tomato garden. I'm trying to pretty up the space but with cheap accoutrement, lest they be stolen. I'm pleased at the growth just in the last two weeks since I wrote "Fixing my tomato mistakes." |
Labels: front yard, garden, garden art, Gardening, heat, home and garden, humor, sun, tomatoes, urban, weather