Visiting past projects brings back memories, including why I placed certain plants or other features and sometimes before I learned another lesson.
The sky was still moody, though all chance of rain and the morning cold blew away.
After a too-long Saturday meeting with a prospective client, it was Picacho Mountain before a satisfying grilled dinner at home:
The latter almost echoed in shape by the round, bluish pincushions of Dasylirion wheeleri across the street. Almost…
Seeing these photos as I write, we’ve had an unusual surge of humid winds off the Gulf, more the feel and scent of another place and time. This weather change really changes the way these ordinary plants look to me.
I’m still figuring out why some areas of Purple Threeawn are left and others not.
The development here seems to not have a plan of action on what’s maintained or not, what can remain or get pulled out, and where. Some grasses were in the seed mix, some not – at least 50% should remain, not the 10-20% that are left or missed.
The occasional agaves on the sides, which I wish were parkways, so that’s what I wrongly call them. I wanted simple, gracious walkways down each street, too.
My guess is even with the optimal gritty soil habitat for penstemons, the maintenance directive and implementation here missed these volunteers. Where intentional from my design, most are long-gone.
Penstemons are no match for xeriphobia, overwatering, or Roundup!
And I would say those are no match for having one’s desert eyes on. Thanks for that term, Scott in Tucson.
4/12/17 weather: 87 / 63 / .0