It is August, well, the embers of it. It is too warm to do anything in the garden after about 9:30am. Not that there is much to do other than clear, harvest and be hopeful. We went away to the UK for three months and came back a couple of weeks ago to a dry borehole and scorched vegetable beds. What can you do but dream and start again? The lovely people who we house swapped with did not know what to do once the borehole dried up, so not much was watered for a few weeks. Looking at what has survived has made us realise things can survive with…