There is no walking outside across the lawn without shoes. Everything is so dry you’ll have thistles stabbing your toes, scratchy weeds clinging to your feet, and regular old grass working like a pumice. Bone dry in spite of watering.
Thus, I’m sure the hail-damaged ferns loved me repotting them in this stifling heat. We’ll see how hardy they are now! Hail-stricken, wind-blown and now sun-fried. I used to think working at a gardening center could be rewarding and fun. It might be? I just might not be the person to expand a gardener’s knowledge, especially with my “survival of the fittest” mentality.
We’ll see how things look in September.