The south side of one of the raised beds.
Part of the dry rock garden, cactus and agaves. Sorry the juniper wasn’t in focus, but I still have a cold.
The south side of one of the raised beds.
Part of the dry rock garden, cactus and agaves. Sorry the juniper wasn’t in focus, but I still have a cold.
Such merry, clear enunciation; is this the spring doppelganger of the Miserable Gardener? Really excellent means of letting us follow the awakening garden. More?
I wondered, in my feverish delirium (I’d forgotten how bad colds can be), if people who’d never heard me talk thought this might be my real voice. Maybe it is, now, because of the cold I have.
That must be a very uncommon cold: foreign accent syndrome is a very rare medical condition in which patients develop what appears to be a foreign accent.
Another thing for which there’s no known cure. More plants, maybe.
Bliss!
Thanks, well, some people say I don’t take things seriously enough. Showed them, huh.
And oh, I like those agaves! At last, some that appeal to me.
Agave parryi.