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.

Yet the same.

I’d never have forgotten about this space years ago, when blogging was such a community affair. But I did. A sign that I need to close up shop for good? We’ll see.

Spring.

Took this just now with my mobile. Can’t wait for the ivy to grow back!!

First of the season.