Too darn hot

It's the hottest day of the year, so what do I decide to do? Well, prune the roses, of course. I did some weeding last Thursday so I could be ready for speech therapy on Friday. The speech therapist rescued me from the tyranny of living my life in ten minute increments. She explained that the ratio of talking to silence is more important than the timing. I am gradually increasing the amount of time I spend talking and doing speech exercises, wile assuring that my silent periods are sufficiently lengthy in relation to the amount of talking I do. And it is best to avoid talking, but concentrate more on exercises. This is easy, since I am solitary. The roses however were beginning to look unkempt, so they needed pruning. Besides, when things cool down, that will encourage more blooming. Roses like heat, but they bloom better when it is not quite so hot. I have a brand new fig that I just planted this spring in a pot on the balcony and it has figs on it. I can't wait to find out what fresh figs off the tree taste like! My blackberries are gone and I have a few peaches straggling. I also have a few Asian pears and two - count'em - two regular pears - that will be ready later. I hooked up the soaker hose for the shade garden to soak it well in the heat. I think it is psychologoically beneficial to run the water while pruning roses. And isn't a cool shower aftert pruning just the thing?! Maybe I'll settle down with a video and some knitting to veg while I wait for the heat to dissipate as evening falls.