A parade of clouds passed my house the other day.
It was like an armada.
I waited for this to turn into trouble, but nothing happened.
It fussed itself up for a few minutes.
And then the sun came out like an old cop busting up a bunch of surly teenagers on a street corner.
It was a good day to work in the rock garden. Purple vetch moved in this year, and I didn’t have the heart to tear it out. Looks messy, but I love that purple color.
Hey-hey Good Lookin’!
There in the center you can see a nopalito.
Whipple gave me this little chamomile plant, and I put it in the top of one of my homemade strawberry pots, and look at how big it got. I can snip a few of these flowers for a really satisfying cup of tea.
I like these little mullein flowers that open and close within a few hours in the morning – I call them Morning Glories. This plant is about three feet tall and survives off the splash from the strawberry pots.
I love these mullein too, with the fuzzy leaves. They require no water from us, and they will grow as high as 8 or 9 feet, with little yellow flowers all along their stem. Hummer loves them. The poppies are great this year, from all that late rain. When they get brown and dead, I yank them out, seeds go everywhere for next year.