Every spring, I’m surprised by the resilience of nature!
May we all be so. (Especially me, as I try to cope with a heart that seems to have taken just a little too much. Keep me in your prayers.)
Here’s what has delighted or surprised me: First, the apricot tree.
I’ve tried to always make it clear that I’m a hardscape designer, and only hope to become a better gardener. So I had this aversion to pruning my trees and wanted them to just be “natural.” Or maybe that was my excuse for being lazy and not learning. Silly me.
Well, last fall, I hosting an arborist to come teach a couple of workshops on pruning – and learned, not only some do’s and don’t’s but the Big Why: Because throughout human history, we’ve been selecting seed from the most vigorous plants, and sometimes they can overdo it and actually become weak because of their own vigor. (Or at least that was how I received the information – correct me, anyone?)
So this wonderful apricot tree – which has never borne fruit before – came on with at least hundreds of fruits this spring!
And so has the almond. And the little cherry.
Beneath the cherry is a broken pottery garden. Others have such a thing?
I heard of one ten years ago, and realized I like that idea as a place to take pretty things that no longer function in the house, but certainly don’t feel right in the trash: those coffee cups with a design you love so dearly, but they leak because of a crack, and you already have enough of those converted to pencil holders! These others, more severely broken, have a nice home here, against the wall of stone.
(The circular “stone” with swirl of tile and mirrors was a gift from an old friend, Orna Izakson – thanks Orna. It’s supposed to deter birds from the fruit, but is just pretty.)
The snake sculpture is a passed-along gift from a friend – of two rattlesnakes copulating, which I’ve seen once! Magnificent. And the pottery with the apparent “face” was made by my sister when she took art in grad school. I’ve had it for decades and a week ago, I broke it in way too many pieces to repair. Now I see it anew – because of its new location.
This little volunteer (can you see it at the end of the bench) we think may be another apricot tree – not where we would have ever had thought to plant it – but where we think it might actually have a chance, south of the mesquite tree in the front yard. It’s seed might have made it through the compost pile.
Since mesquites have lo-o-o-ong tap roots, it might break up the granite floor of this yard and give the baby apricot a chance to go deep also. And the mesquite’s canopy is light enough that the babe should get enough light there.
We’ll see how it goes, and report over the years.
Wishing you delight in your garden this spring. Regardless of how much energy you might have, the garden always seems to give, give, give, if we give just a little. (We chose places for wildflowers last week, and are watering twice a day now, looking forward to their blooms!)
Oh, yeah, and the chem-trails.
I know some people still insist they’re only jet contrails, but they haven’t paid attention. A few years ago, we had a famous “milky rain”! My glass table looked like someone had poured watery milk on it – and so did everyone’s windshield in town. Samples were sent to the health department, but there was some other critical issue that “came up” about the time we expected a report, and there’s been no follow-through – as we fight to keep our Gila River from being diverted. So much to keep up with! And lots of stuff just slips on by….
Keep loving, despite it all.