Yesterday was a blistering 95 degrees. My comfort zone is between 45 and 75, with 75 being barely tolerable! We needed to go get Jeff some new clothes for his new job, so a trip to Waterloo Premium Outlets was the order of the day. We planned to drop the kids at my in-laws around 11:30, so I had some time in the morning to accomplish a few important tasks.
The first task involved taking pictures of my wild rose which has finally bloomed for the first time since we bought the house 6 years ago. Living in an urban area, I am so pleased to have a wild rose growing in my back yard. It’s the “wild spot” in my lawn. Each summer I am careful to not mow it under as I cut the lawn. A few years ago, my mom brought up her chainsaw and I cut down a tree right on the fence. We left the stump high, but it still tries to grow shoots every summer. In order to get a nice picture of the rose bush, I had to trim back the shoots and weed around the stump. Here is the end result…
Next I turned my attention to my “not wild” wild rose bushes. They are not wild in that they were intentionally planted, not by me, along the side of the house. They are wild in that I had no trellis or anything to control them. I cut them back to the ground each fall and each summer they attack anyone who tries to walk on the sidewalk to the side door of the house. I decided today, that I would take an unused trellis, bought for something that the bunnies stole, and use it to “control” my rose bushes. I will take some pictures of the roses with the trellis later, but here is what the roses look like up close.
Finally, the heat outside was unbearable (I was out for maybe 5 minutes) so I went inside and guess who was dancing around, waiting for me?
Poor Joe hates the heat! He lays around looking sad and pathetic in the middle of the day. When the sun goes down and I open the windows and put fans in, he revives and gets all excited like his usual self. This morning there was a great breeze as a storm front moved through. Joe went outside with us as the kids and I hauled some old logs and limbs to the front for the garbage men to take away. He found nice shady spots in the breeze and seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself. He was rather happy to see the neighbor’s dog, Rocky, who looks like Joe but with long legs (dachshund / beagle mix). We all came inside as the rain began. Joe abhors the rain!