I keep saying this, and all my Texas connections keep spluttering and assuring me that it's not normal...
Folks, I have had two rosemary plants die on my balcony. Of drowning. I'm sitting here this morning, knowing there will be no dawn, because it's raining like a cow standing over a flat rock. Yes, I know, I just sanitized that saying. What can I say? My sense of humor is vantablack, that's why I don't let it out in public and I do my best to keep up the ladylike demeanour. If I don't...
That's another post. Right now, I'm eyeing the clock and mentally adding ten minutes to my commute to deal with possible flooding (there's a low spot in the road near work, located where routing around it isn't likely to happen). Besides which, my job doesn't require me to punch a clock, so if I'm a touch early, I just start in the lab earlier. Or do research. I love my job!
I'm not at all sure whose idea it was to welcome Cedar to Texas with a rousing imitation of the Pacific Northwest, but you can put it back now. I don't actually mind the heat, we've joined a gym to exercise without dealing with the summer's blast, and the AC in the apartment works pretty darn well. I mean, my orchids are loving this. But I'd like to have fresh rosemary.