No, I'm not gonna bitch about the heat; that's just a fact of life where we are here in the deep south and elsewhere--but the heat index today is up to 110 degrees and warnings about heat stroke are broadcast on MPB. Last night a short but violent storm passed over and pelted hailstones against the windows.

I bought two tomato plants and a habanero plant from the dying plant stock in the corner of the Walmart garden center, plus a bag of potting soil. Those orphan plants looked so forlorn.
At 6pm I got the soil out of the trunk of the car and cut the tops out of gallon jugs and planted those orphans and watered them good. I hope their little roots will be glad to have a home and flourish. One of the tomato plants had a little tomato on it and I'm watching it to see how soon I can pick it.
Anyway, I got so hot out there in the hottest part of the day that I sweated from head to toe, got dirty, and later drank many glasses of ice water to cool off.

At the gas station a good Samaritan from Missouri pumped my gas for me. He and his family were on their way to the Alabama coast to vacation. I hope they don't find any tar balls on the beach, and I was thinking about the sharks. For the past several years every summer someone is bitten by a shark off the coast but I didn't mention it.
They were nice folks and the wife commented on the mile after mile of empty land as they passed through south Mississippi. Pine trees, red clay and rural roads. I never thought what folks from a city would think about the great green and piney vastness. I mean to make an impression on someone from Missouri, which I perceive as a rural state, it must really look empty to them.. I was pleased that the state had picked up the trash off the roadsides recently.

Bye for now, susil