At the top of my home page, you see an artichoke plant. It lives in the front yard between Steve’s palm trees. It was my first attempt at taking over his beautifully landscaped front yard. When he came home and saw it, he did what any wonderfully tolerant husband would do. He added lighting to enhance the beauty of the artichoke for night time-visual enjoyment. I need to tell you; when that plant is in bloom, I have had people knock on my front door to ask what kind of plant it is. I get their number and call them when it multiplies. Then they too can have a front yard landscaped with food. I have an evil plan though. The more people that do it, the less crazy I seem.
Can you say “Passive revolution”?
Steve loves trees. I think that a tree must feed us. One year for his birthday, I bought a Santa Rosa Plum tree for the front yard. (Always thinking!)
Steve has a couple of sage bushes in the front yard. Doesn’t every respectable HOA resident? Is my sarcasm coming through? I do love them though, because they have lavender flowers-that attract and feed the bees. But when he suggested adding a 3rd bush as a “hedge of protection” to keep the neighbor kids from cutting through our yard; I had something different in mind. Blackberries.
Yes, that is correct. I traded a baby artichoke plant with a friend for a baby blackberry bush. I did it while Steve was at work. I placed it in the rock landscaped border of our front yard; in full sun no less! Steve, being the good husband that he is, came home, saw it; and added a drip line. Thank you honey:)
All I can say is-that thing must love minerals! The first year, I picked black berries every day during the month of May. We ate them, I baked with them and still froze 6-one gallon freezer bags. I then cut the bush way back and fed the branches to the goats.
This year, the bush is twice as big as last year, and it has runners that are coming up all along the side of the yard. Again, when friends come over and say that they are jealous, I dig one up and put it in a pot with my rich compost. That starts a new conversation about composting and gardening in the desert. It just never ends.
Hmmm. Now back to those flower beds 😉