Every time I look at my native plant garden, something about it thrills me. It’s provided blossom all year long. At this time of year plants struggle to survive. Heat is at its all time high and water at its all time low, yet there are colorful blossoms bravely swaying in the blistering heat.
My tiny desert willow, Chilopsis linearis, suddenly sprung up overnight and has produced the most beautiful flowers.
This will get bigger and flower more prolifically as the years go on.
Thankfully the mystery “might be deer grass” plant did turn out to be deer grass, Muhlenbergia rigens. In the foreground sits my Cleveland sage, Salvia clevelandii, and off to the left, the showy milk weed, Asclepias speciosa.
Also from humble beginnings, blue flax, Linum lewisii, seeds I saved from the Native Garden at Lake Cunningham are getting established. No flowers as yet, but the foliage is pretty.
By extreme contrast rosey buckwheat, Eriogonium grande rubescens, has performed away beyond my expectations.
All the research I did recommended it be cut back right to the ground. In a giant leap of faith I did just that.
As I was cutting I was heartened by the fact that I was being literally showered by seeds. If the mother plant doesn’t make it, hopefully new seedlings will take its place. I’ve read that Hookers evening primrose is a “moderate” re-seeder – but that could mean anything!
Again, I left all the cuttings where they fell. I can’t decide if that was my biology head or my lazy head talking!
Despite all that carnage – ♬ From a distance the-re is har-mony♬