I finally planted the ajuga I'd bought a week ago. It wasn't easy. I put my spade into the "soil" in the driveway garden area. It went nowhere. I stood on said spade. It went into the soil an inch, maybe two. I jumped. I spiked. I attacked the ground and it gave not another inch. So, I pulled out the watering can and filled my hole (such that it was) with water and left it for half an hour. When I returned there was still water in my little hole. I got another two inches of mud out, then soaked it again. As I set in the new ajuga plant I realized I had high hopes for the roots of that plant. If I couldn't get into the soil with a spade and a lot of elbow grease, how was it going to get in? I left the sprinkler on low in that area for two full hours. I need to do it again ever day or two if I want to give those plants a chance. Really, what I need is rain.
Not all is dried and dead in my yard. I spent some of the 75° morning outdoors, getting a few long delayed projects taken care of. Did you know a climbing (Lady Banks) rose can send out twenty foot canes? It really, really wanted to climb onto our roof. I'm awfully glad it has no thorns. I found a few friends who were happy that there are still blooms to be found in my yard. The lantana is a late summer favorite of mine, and of butterflies. The bees seem to enjoy the garlic chives. I've tried to capture some of the visitors with my point-and-shoot camera. (Not easy! Those dang creatures move!)