By rights I should be a waif. I barely eat a morsel and am on first name terms with each and every personal trainer at the gym. Admittedly this is mostly in my dreams. OK, totally in my dreams. Instead I am sturdy. Which is possibly a better physique for digging out agapanthus on the most humid, treacle-wading, head-thumpingly oppressive day of the year. If not the century. Definitely in living memory and since records began.
It has left me feeling a little drained.
Off The Edge Gardening 
Hot + Humid days are the worst, sorry you had to endure one. Recuperate over the weekend 🙂
(for a second I thought you were serious about the gym :))
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I didn’t drink enough water in the morning and by the afternoon it was too late to catch up. My own fault really. (I hate gyms 🙂 )
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We will be experiencing several dry hot days. The good doctor doesn’t mind the heat. I melt. the lawn dies and the flowers wilt. A cool day yesterday and I made an enormous pot of soup. Can you eat soup on hot days? Too bad.
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Hot soup might be your version of a hot curry in India. That would be my story anyway. x
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Sturdy will take you a long way.
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It has taken me this far 🙂
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Sturdy is good! That way you don’t need staking or fiddle faddling about with… just lots of love and appreciation.
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🙂 X
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Even I dislike digging agapanthus. I like making more copies of perennials that I like so much, but it is a lot of work, and I am more than merely sturdy. (I will stick with sturdy though because it sounds polite.)
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It is hard work! Those roots!
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