All our plants are dying. Okay, that’s a little dramatic, it would be more accurate to say that they are not looking so good. My host mom gives them water, but the days are hotter than they should be in the fall. On my way to class last week I looked at the temperature and saw that it was 40℃, which doesn’t really mean anything to me but I could definitely feel that it was hot. Later, when I got home and looked it up Google told me that 40℃ was 104℉ and now I understand why our plants that live on the balcony are a little worse for wear. Except for the cactuses, they’re doing fine. And really, by November it will be colder. But as the years go by and the heat stretches on longer than it should I wonder what will happen. I wonder if the city will be less green than it is now, because even though it’s scorching, this place is filled with parks and trees and flowers growing everywhere. And they’re cared for carefully and beloved. I just hope that they can keep up with all this change. At the same time I know that evolution is a slow process. Sometimes things seem hopeless but I still have hope.