June 10, 2011--"hot as boiled hell"

In this glass vase I used tiny poppy stalks that I weeded out of the garden this morning. Their pods are tiny because I didn't thin the seedlings enough, but they were too sweet to throw in compost heap. As I looked around for something to combine them with, I realized I didn't feel like hunting very hard. Picked some Russian arborvitae foliage because it was in the shade and three stems of a euphorbia because they weren't far out of the shade. It's really wicked outside. I'm reading a Reynolds Price novel in which a character just described an afternoon (like this one) as "hot as boiled hell."