Melting

Okay, so I haven't blogged in a while. Sue me. It is currently three hundred and fifty degrees here in Utah and it is all I can do to put on pants to go to work. And don't try to make me feel better by telling me it's a "dry heat." It's still fucking hot and it still fucking sucks. Also, wouldn't you rather sit in a sauna than an oven? At least the humidity clears out your pores. My skin is so dry and starved of moisture right now that my pores look like potholes. Really, I keep change.

I am not the only one suffering either. Sally just lays under the bed, occasionally getting up to try and figure out how the ice maker on the fridge works. Sally is not half as wilted as my poor $72 dollar garden though. The heat has beaten the life out of the lettuce, and all it does is lay there like, well, lettuce. Oh, and it flowers. All of the energy it has seems to go away from making edible leaves to sending up these pathetic yellow flowers. Yes, yes, I know that's how it germinates, but I can't eat germination. The basil and oregano are fairing a bit better, but I'm not quite sure what to do with them, because there is no way I am making spaghetti sauce in this heat. So, if anyone has any ideas (other than caprese) shout them out now. Because otherwise these "herbs" are in fact just "weeds" I paid for and work tirelessly to keep alive.

The most depressing things in my garden are my tomatoes. They are the only reason I planted, and they are doing the worst of all. I have watered them, I have sung to them, I have tickled their flowers, I have given them plant food. And for all of that one small grape tomato has ripened. The rest have just stayed green until they have dropped off the vine. So sad. Thank god Salt Lake has a farmer's market so I won't totally miss out on tomato sandwiches.

After all, tomato sandwiches are very good for my pores...