Big day today. I walked the dog (really, the other way around), looked in on the neighbor dogs (I’m dogsitting), scraped away some turf for the new lawn/meadow/hopelessly weedy mess I’ll regret later, spent about five minutes pulling weeds around the agaves, a minute or so shouting expletives when I jabbed my finger on an agave spine, another five minutes pruning the cotoneaster so the branches didn’t hit me in the eye, took a nap until the dog threw himself on top of me because he thought he heard thunder, made out an order to Mesa Garden, ate some leftover Chinese take-out, watched part of a movie, took another nap with the dog napping somewhere else.
It amazes me that people think life should be something other than this. Or rather, that people think I want to do something other than this, that you always have to be doing something to lead a rewarding life. If Bodhidharma could stare at a cave wall for nine years, I can stare out the window for a couple of hours, and still say it was worth my while.
I will admit that going out every hour and checking the progress of the blue grama I sowed doesn’t make it grow any faster.
Enough about me. For now, anyway. (It’s my blog, after all.) I managed to take a couple of pictures in between naps.
Here’s another of the hybrid echinocereus. (E. reichenbachii × E. coccineus, I think.)
And a close-up of Asphodeline damascena.