This week, my mom and I are taking care of a garden. Today was our first day so we woke up very early (before the sun did) so we could get our job out of the way before the sun caught everything on fire. The owner of the garden is a chef. He has been hired to go cook for someone who owns a private island in Maine. (hmmmm maybe I should have tagged along on that job.) So we are entrusted to keep alive fig and pomegranate trees, eggplant, grapes, a million herbs, and I cannot even remember what else. It is all stuff you know could die at the drop of a hat . . . or when it reaches 100 degrees or more like it will every day this week. I am hoping against hope for rain.
This is a photo of me after my garden job. I should have come home from "work" and slept all day but my dog has not stopped barking. A truck drove by several times this morning and ruined his life.
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