I used to dream of having a beautiful garden when I grew up, just like my parents did. Unfortunately after years of trying, I realized that the green thumb they had did not get passed down to me. I don't know if it's because I'm lazy, because the Arizona sun is just too brutal, or if plants just don't like me. I can't even keep a cactus or succulent alive, which should be a no-brainer here in the desert.
This morning I was spending some leisurely time in my back yard, noticing how desperately it needs to be cleaned up and landscaped. Some of the plants this year are extra dead, either from the winter freeze or the fact that my drip system hasn't been working in months. But some, against all odds, are doing surprisingly well and are adding little splashes of color around the yard. I got out my camera and started snapping pictures...
See this one? There are hundreds of these flowers on the ground or floating in my pool and I always blamed it on the wind. Today I realized that there is a bratty little red faced finchy bird who hangs out on the bush and picks the flowers off, one by one. He must suck the nectar out of the bottom and when it's empty he just throws it away and goes for another one. One of these days I'm going to teach him how to use a broom and a pool skimmer.
Psst....this one is actually a weed and is one of many growing in the middle of the lawn....don't tell anyone.
This is what my jalapeño plant looked like after the winter freeze. I thought it was dead as a doornail (yes I know that it is now May and I haven't trimmed it yet). But wait! It's a garden miracle!...
...Sprung back to life.
This is the garden mascot. He is the one who takes care of all the plants and why they are blooming and beautiful. God knows they haven't been getting any help from me!