How can I describe it to someone who has never been to the Midwest.
You know how it is kind of crappy in winter from November to March?
Well we look forward to summer ’round these parts because it gives us back our happy.
Restores our faith in humanity.
And gets us out of the house for more than 15 minutes at a stretch.But sometimes summer is mean.
Think 103 degrees mean.
I can hear y’all groaning who live in the south.
You get nine months out of the year where it is decent and you don’t get frostbite on your nipples when you walk out the door.
Just give me this. Last summer, they cancelled fireworks here.
Because it was too hot and dry.
Every summer at this point, our lawns look like large Triscuit crackers.
Our flower pots are dry and cracked.
Our water bills are astronomical.
We have to sell stuff on Craigslist to pay our Comed electrical bills.
So this year while everyone within ear shot has been complaining about the weather (I included most days), there has been something a little magical going on outside.
That almost went unnoticed.
The rain and colder temps?
They are makin’ love to my plants.
Barry White kinda love.
My neighbor actually said, “were these here last year??”
Yes they were.
Only they weren’t purple.
They were gray.
From the extreme heat.
Those pretty pink lilies didn’t even bloom last summer because of the heat.
My friend Bec lives in Oregon.
They are having 90 degree temps there.
So we got their summer and I don’t wanna give it back yet.
That dappled willow is huge!
And the roses that I have done NOTHING to that are from the grocery store last spring?
Nothing says, DON’T COME IN HERE more than a plant stretching across the sidewalk.
This is a Pinterest idea!
I planted hostas that my husband brought home from his parents yard into our barrels.
I had the worst time keeping any sort of annual alive through the summer in these.
Due to the heat and also too much shade on one side of the drive, it was always pretty ugly by mid July.
These are perfect!
They will come back every year, they are so low maintenance and they look amazing in here.
*Side note- Rebecca was here the other evening and asked what I was going to do with the barrels during winter.
Me- Umm you know, cut them down like the ones in the ground.
Rebecca- Yes, but are you going to cover them?
Rebecca- so they don’t die?
I hadn’t thought that far ahead.
See those legs?
That is called “unbridled glee”.
She has actually propelled herself off the ground.
We call her Tigger.
These pots are usually pitiful this time of year.
And see that behind the pot?
That is green.
The first week of July.
So I plan to embrace this weird change of events this summer.
I don’t miss the 90 degrees.
I do miss the pool.
But it will be back soon enough.
Along with our 200 dollar a month Comed bill.
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