The spent, dried, bleached-out bloom of Allium schubertii embellishing a mossed basket of succulents and bromeliads.* Might be a ho-hum occurrence for many gardeners, but I never thought I’d see the day I’d get this allium to bloom, much less be able to play around with the dried remains, which resemble fossilized fireworks.
I trust we’ve all safely arrived at the doorstep of this spring weekend relatively intact. My car is in the shop from a minor crash a few weeks back, my first since I can’t remember when, and the rental has taken some getting used to. After decades driving a manual transmission, I’m probably one of [...]
is the one taking place at any given moment in my own backyard.
be it ever so humble and jumbled, chaotic, disheveled, contrary, exasperating, etc, etc.
That the show blithely carries on while I’m away is always slightly infuriating. More on a proper show, the 2012 San Francisco Flower & Garden [...]