My next door neighbors have a fabulous yard, replete with many flowering plants. Unlike me, the black thumbed. Oh, I can grow aloe and ivy… easy, hard to kill stuff. They, however, must know the secret.
I have the same plants that flourish on their lot but perish (with extreme prejudice) on mine. It’s crazy.
But I get to appreciate their efforts as they grow onto my postage stamp sized piece of real estate.
I can’t grow hibiscus, but theirs is robust… and trying to come visit. Hope he makes it.
Likewise the bougainvillea is going gangbusters where mine never really got off the ground.
I fully expect to see the part of their plants on my side of the fence attacked by all manner of insects and mold.
Just meaningless, meandering photographs from around the yard.
First, a dandelion pompom or two, because even weeds can be pretty:
Daisy the Undeterred, going anywhere she wants… even under grass!
The last bougainvillea picture this year, promise.
(I had my fingers crossed.)
A young visitor:
…and bad picture of a nasty spider. But look at those legs!
Hope everyone (you’re not here, but I wish it for you anyway) has a blessed Easter!