Look at all those spendthrifts paying for the view as though it is a contest to spend their cash anew on hotel after hotel, on safaris, tours and cruises–— climbing up Mount Everest, amassing scrapes and bruises. I’ll keep my money in my pocket. I’ve worked for it too hard, and simply do my viewing here in my backyard.
If I were a golfer, I fear there’d be no putting, for my grass is lush and verdant— badly in need of cutting. Meanwhile, the bougainvillea has gotten out of hand. It’s like a barbed wire jungle—every twisted strand. If I were more rambunctious, I’d grab work gloves and scramble to gas up the mower and to tackle every bramble, but those days of industrious gardening are far back in my past. Those Olympian feats of plant and tend simply didn’t last. Instead I lie here in my bed growing and trimming words. Outside, through the curtains, I hear the wakening birds. I hear the front gate opening, make out the squeak of wheels. Is there a single reader who detects how good it feels to just fluff up the pillows and type on throughout the dawn as Pasiano trims the thorny vines and mows the blasted lawn?
Happy May Day!! No Maypoles in Mexico. Here it is celebrated as Labor Day which means no one works. Ha. I, however, will not use that as an excuse to shirk my duty. Here is a shot of Morrie and Diego enjoying the pleasures of the back yard. Diego sips from the biggest water dish in the world as Morrie seems to be in the act of sitting down, rather awkwardly, I might add. In the foreground, the last of the poinsettias, in the middle, a plumeria/frangipani tree in full bloom, cactus, various bougainvillea, Virginia creeper and palms. This is the view from my writing desk. Not my usual flower closeup..
And the jungle side of the view.
I always love Cee’s peonies. You can see one HERE.
When this new little hibiscus blooms, it will hopefully add some color to this area of the garden. You can barely see it’s spindly little limb sticking up above the citronella, succulents and new bushy red plant. The cactus spine was one we collected in AZ to make a lamp out of before Bob died. It has found a new purpose in this arrangement. The terra cotta cone is the top of a clay sculpture the animals knocked over and broke, now repurposed .