90s during the day and 50s at night. And, of course, after the flooding, windy and dry as a bone. Pfft!
Finally snagged me a couple of young hydrangeas, sans fungus - Annabelles - one for the landing pad and one for the backyard. I have to get them out of the pots they're in but I think I'll containerize them for a couple of years and just heel them in for the winter. They're scraggly and leggy and look like they were probably potted last year and then got behind something maybe or were otherwise forgotten about. Much like my boxwood looked when I got him. He was a bit neglected but he was happy so I took him home where he was surrounded by tulips this year, LOL, I thought I'd gotten rid of all of them but they sprang up right next to him this year so I think I'll leave him a few. I doubt they'd be able to get out of that particular bed. of course, they got INto that bed somehow, after being eliminated, or so I thought - which was kinda weird...now that I think about it. Must have been his favorite buds.
Anyway, the Annabelles aren't much to look at, at the moment, but they're fine. Maybe I'll put them in the same container and let them buddy up until I actually plant as one appears to be doing better than the other.
We'll just buddy everybody up and see what happens. I can divide them when I plant them and give the one in the back some poppy mix wildflower buddies and since it's extra hot on the landing pad, I think I'll buddy that one up with a clamshell shaped trellis I've been sort of engineering in my head, with some Morning Glories for afternoon shade.
It seems mean but I'm so glad my neighbor moved. It feels good to be outside again. I avoided hanging out outside before he moved. Isn't that terrible. He was fine but I just couldn't get past his vibe. It was so miserable and angry. Not at me but just in general. I don't know. He moved and I'm glad and I choose to think of him at a new house that doesn't flood and happy to be there. They got hit far worse than I did as they had just finished their basement - new floors, carpet, furniture, the whole works - whereas I prefer mine as storage and workspace. Oh well, that's my story and I"m sticking to it: He's in his new house that doesn't flood and he's happy. The end. And I can work outside and not be overwhelmed by the man and be happy. The other end.