The garden is actually looking pretty good given my neglect this year. J went out and took a few pictures in the back yard. I've asked him to do some of the front yard too, as he takes much better pictures than I do. Not today, though, as it's very windy here today (gusts to 30 mph), and wind does not make for good pictures.
I cried the first year we lived here. It was 102 degrees in May. Our car did not have air-conditioning. (J believed that old hippies didn't get air-conditioning. Now we're old hippies with A/C, as it's known here.) There was nothing to do, nowhere to go. Over the years we discovered that there weren't many places to go, and not much to do, but we got used to it. J advanced his cooking skills, I (through judicious management) got two pickup truck-loads of plants into a six-by-ten patio space, and we discovered that modern houses have virtues.