Good or bad, inspired or tired, garden shows are the exclamation point to spring.
March couldn’t be a better time. The obsessive examination of my own garden for signs of spring gets a little intense, and it’s a relief to look further afield.
See you on Sunday.
Enjoy, enjoy, while I nurse my leg. I love that last poppy shot.
Joseph and my Pearl are both fond of an agave scratch. I had thought the A. ovatifolia was looking a little peaked, and then I caught her at it! Hope you’re enjoying The Show!