Še pred štirinajstimi dnevi smo zvečer ogrevali hišo, včeraj pa se je kar naenkrat vse spremenilo. Temperatura se je tako dvignila je, da se mi zdi da se že prebijam skozi prvi vročinski val. Vztrajam na vrtnem stolu in pijem kavo, pes poleg mene moli jezik in se živcira zaradi brenčačev. Vse rastline ob potki so bolj ali manj uvele, razen juke. Letos je še posebej lepa. Iz njene sredine se dvigajo visoki cvetni poganjki. Spominja me na morje.

Tako hitro, kot je prišla vročina, se je spremenil tudi vrt. Iz semen bučk in kapucink nastaja zelena blazina, vmes pa že kukajo oranžni cvetovi. To so moški cvetovi ki bi jih morala trgati, a nimam srca.

I’m still sitting outside with my morning coffee, trying to endure the heat. The dog lies beside me with his tongue hanging out, irritated by every buzzing insect passing by. Most of the plants along the garden path have already started to wilt, all except the yucca.

This year it looks especially beautiful.

Tall flower stalks are rising from its center, and for some reason it always reminds me of the sea.

As quickly as the heat arrived, the garden changed too. Seeds of zucchini and nasturtiums have turned into a thick green blanket, and between the leaves the first orange blossoms are already appearing.

The male zucchini flowers.

I know I should probably pick them, but I just don’t have the heart to do it.