The datura in my yard is the migrant of a desert plant from my old neighbor Lil. Her datura’s seeds made their way north along the rock border towards my yard and I took a spike of seeds for myself. Since then daturas have been part of the driest areas of my garden. Datura wrighti also… Continue reading Exuberance to the point of annoyance. O Datura
Every Saturday in summer starts the same. Over morning coffee I browse gardening magazines seeing colorful, calming gardens. I picture my beds filled in with plans made during winter. In the shade, wonderful white flowers and healthy green leaves brighten a dark spot. On the patio, a comfy daybed under an umbrella beckons a lazy… Continue reading After very enriching trip with dear friend, my creativity is renewed. And there are chores to be done.