“You have to wade through these knee-high grasses just to get to the garden. It’s disgusting. Un-American. And where’s the irrigation system?”
Alkali sacaton, Sporobolus airoides, catching the first sunlight, rising out of a sea of blue grama (Bouteloua gracilis), in the part of the new lawn I put in last year. It could have been a better photograph but some of us just woke up.
Any reasonably intelligent person would have seen the outcome of this plan, but not me.
In large pots, I like to use styrofoam peanuts in the soilless mix, to lighten it, to take up space, and as a way of disposing of the peanuts. I’d repaired a large pot, or huge dish, really, filled it half full of peanuts, so I could plant a nice specimen of Opuntia phaeacantha ‘Paradox Form’ I got at Timberline Gardens.
To plant it, you have to sort of slide the cactus out of its pot, gingerly, and, honestly, I didn’t see this coming.
the miserable gardener 