Weedy Heat

The weather page of the Tribune is all abuzz these days about the dry heat of June -- driest since 1988 and hottest since 1999, or something like that. Not much rain at all this month, and temps near 100° F Thursday and Friday, authoritative opinion says.

Yet the nights are pleasant, especially since the mosquito count is off. In fact, I don’t remember any bites myself this summer, nor any for Ann, though Yuriko and Lilly seem to have gotten a few. Compared to last year, though, nothing’s biting.

The garden’s doing OK, because we irrigate. Trouble is, we’re not always sure which are the vegetables we planted about a month ago, and which are weeds. it's not enough to check the rows. Not everything we planted in rows comes up, some weeds act as interlopers in the rows, and seed packages are useless when it comes to depicting the young vegetable -- what you get on the pack is a picture of the glorious veggie as it appears after being force-fed Soylent Green brand plant food daily in hyrdoponic beds where weeds are not an issue.

Ah, well. It’s too hot to weed anyway. Some farmer I’d make.