Last month marked a year since we moved here and I took over the garden (and a year since I started this blog) so I'm still in the process of figuring out when things happen and whether I am truly a plant murderer. I was halfway scared that I basically killed everything in the garden during my tenure here. But now it looks like I may be wrong. Now that the night chill isn't as biting cold, small signs of life are emerging in our garden. It's a theater of color. I missed capturing the pomegranate bushes in bloom, but here are some snapshots of Signs of (Un)Intelligent Life.
|My two Meyer lemons, not quite ripe|
|Giant geranium bush with pretty leaves|
|A flowering shrub with little purple flowers.|
|Hells yeah, the irises came back!|
|From the thingy under the plum blossom tree|
|My favorite succulent|
|Cats, tickets now on sale at the Winter Garden Theater|