It’s raining. There’s tons to do. Five minutes home and we’re already chopping up the neighbor’s downed tree limb and beginning cleanup. Absent since November, there’s that burning question immediately upon arrival in spring: How did the garden fare over winter? A singular event answered that question in a kind of visual shorthand. Not only did the beschorneria (aka False Agave) keep all its leaves relatively presentable over the winter, it greeted me with something wholly unexpected.
Whether the north or south garden, beschornerias just do not easily jump into bloom for me. Off to a good start! More soon, AGO.