We have a wooden planter on the front porch that we have had for many years, at least 20, maybe more. The other day Tom noticed that the bottom was falling out and the the plants were about to fall through. He rescued them.
Yesterday, when it was still hot, he set up in the garage and rebuilt it, using old lumber he had stored forever under the work bench.
I thought it was a good excuse to throw out the old plants and start fresh, but he put the old ones back in and told me I can't touch them. Well, OK, I guess. I'll have to stay clear with my snippy scissors though.
It has been hot, six days in the mid-90's. I don't wear shorts anymore. I have "solid" legs, and I have gained weight since I last bought short pants. I found a few pairs to wear, and then I found these old culottes. They must be 30 or more years old! But they still look ok and they are comfortable.
The shirt's old too, but not that old. You can tell from my white legs that I have not been wearing shorts or sitting in the sun this year. Maybe I need to now that it is cooler.
We keep old stuff. Well, some old stuff, when we think we might still have a use for it.
Yesterday was our sixth day of temps over 90, a record for us. I had lunch on the patio before it crept up to 95.
In the morning I took a walk around the yard. Our spindly sunflowers are beginning to bloom .