Nature has a funny way of demanding your attention. It can send huge storms. Or it can do more subtle things, like dropping mesquite beans in the front yard. Okay, big front yard mesquite tree, you have my attention. It’s time for the annual mesquite bean harvest. Which starts with picking up the fallen beans,…
Dinner Plate Buds? What kind of a headline is that? Are strange things happening in my kitchen? The kitchen report: Nothing is amiss. The venue for this post is my back yard, where my dinner plate cacti are doing their normal spring thing and budding. Oh, are they ever…
It was around this time last year when I was calling my mesquite tree a slacker. Thing was taking its sweet old time about blooming. Not this year. That tree’s well into ultra-green mode. Fully bloomed in less than a week. After a winter of looking at leaves falling to the ground and the branches…
Spring has come to my front yard in a big way. Cue up the flowers, starting with the potted aloe vera… Just to the west of the aloe is another front yard flower-fest. This is bellflower beardtongue penstemon… Pretty yellow flowers. But the name for this one? Dogweed. That’s right. Dogweed. I think it’s time…
For a variety of reasons, this has truly been the winter of my discontent. Which means that I have been looking forward to spring. Oh, have I ever. This week’s forecast promises 90-degree temperatures. So, time to head out back to the furnace room and shut off the gas. Done. Outside the furnace room door,…
Back in January, I blogged about my Tragic Garden. It was hit hard by sub-freezing temperatures. Since I grow some of what I eat, crop losses are never good news. But what should I see this week but rebirth! Plants growing in places where I’d given up on seeing any such thing! Check this out:…
Since I didn’t win the slumbering championship last night, I decided to sleep in. All the way ’til 7:25 a.m. Time to rise and shine and go outside for a look at the snowfall in the yard. No, I’m not kidding. This is a blog post about snow in Tucson, Arizona. It’s a sequel to…
Being a native Pennsylvanian and photoblogger, I’m will never pass up a good snowstorm. Those flakes start falling, and I’m outside with the camera. But wait a minute. I’m writing this post from central Tucson, Arizona. This is the desert! It doesn’t snow here! Oh, yes it does. Here’s the evidence from my place. Poor…
My central Tucson neighborhood is one of those places that grows on you. It wasn’t my first choice of places for home buying, what with all that talk about the high crime rate west of Euclid Avenue. But, given my modest and wildly fluctuating freelancer’s income, this area is all I could afford. I confessed…
Winter is still very much in evidence here in Tucson. My frost-damaged container garden is an ongoing reminder of a recent cold snap. The good news is that some of the leafless plants are still alive… That cold snap caused my mesquite tree to drop leaves all over the yard, driveway, and sidewalk. Here it…
My usual gardening posts are filled with happy-looking plants in my xeriscape. Or shots of what’s poking its head through the soil in my kitchen garden. Sorry, but there won’t be much joy in this post. We’ve just emerged from a hard freeze here in Tucson. Almost a week of overnight lows in the teens…
Winter in southeastern Pennsylvania is one of those trips through months of waist-deep snow and sub-zero temperatures. In some years, you get the full arctic treatment. (Years 1985 and 1986, I’m looking right at you.) Other years? Let’s say that winter is on one day, then off the next. Here’s a nostalgia trip through my…
My childhood memories of Philadelphia are not good. In the 1960s and 1970s, the place had a well-earned reputation as a crime-ridden hellhole. For suburban kids like me, Philadelphia was the #1 place to stay out of. And so we did. But, as they say, that was then and this is now. During a late…
Just got back from visiting friends in Peoria, Arizona. Another great time with my host, Judy Vorfeld, and her ever-irreverent brother, David Crook. Case in point: We’re at the Wildlife World zoo in Litchfield Park. It’s the 1 p.m. feeding time for the Lory Parrots, and zoo patrons are encouraged to participate. So, David decides…
It’s been almost a month since we’ve had a proper rainstorm, and I’m starting to feel nostalgic. The last precipitation of note happened on September 11. With predictable effects on flags… After I took my flag back into the house — and hung it up to dry — it was back outside to observe the…
The City of Tucson’s semi-annual Brush and Bulky waste collection is quite the event. All over town, the treasure hunters come out in force. Some load their pickup trucks full of castoff furniture, scrap metal, lumber, railroad ties, you name it. Count me as one of the two-wheeled Brush and Bulky treasure hunters. And what…
One of the very best things you can feed your garden plants is rotten. Very rotten. We’re talking compost, people! The decayed remnants of your fruit and vegetable scraps, egg shells, tea leaves, coffee grounds, yard clippings, and why don’t we toss in a little straw for good measure? Point of information: You can get…
Part One: Martha is Totally Underwhelmed Last Saturday, we had a wee bit of rain during the afternoon hours. Enough to make me start worrying about whether I’d be able to head out for an evening of dancing at 2nd Saturdays Downtown. I mean, come on. Do you call this a measurement of rainfall? Looks…
As mentioned in previous posts, I have a nice big mesquite tree in my front yard. It’s in the Transition Zone of my xeriscape, and it has become one of my very best friends. When I look at this tree, I say “Feed me!” Here’s why… During June and July, Tucson’s mesquite trees are quite…
Funny thing about those plants in the yard. Although a lot of them are native species of the low water using variety, they still get thirsty. They get especially thirsty at this time of the year, when daytime temperatures are in the triple digits and rain is scarce. A popular solution to the thirsty plants…
Spent Saturday morning in a greywater harvesting class. After class, it was time to hop on the bike and head back to the neighborhood. What should I see in the southeastern sky but a huge pileup of clouds. “Yeah, right!” I said to them. Like they were really going to bring us rain. After stopping…