I picked the worst possible year to chronicle the garden. The grass is the color the straw and I know there are going to be serious losses. A pigmy bayberry looks dead as does a lovely pleated-leafed Japanese maple. Most of the rhodies are suffering with sun-burnt foliage.

The roses are content in the the relentless heat, but are blooming out faster than usual. Even the big trees look droopy. Plus it’s so darn hot, I wilt after an hour. I’m not even close to done with July’s pruning.