Up on the hill where I live, there are two RV sites, uneven in size ( I took he larger one but the other one is not small). I’d say it’s been many a year since the other one has been used at all, but hey, if anyone wants to pay me a visit and doesn’t mind boondocking, c’mon out. It would be $15 a night or $70 per week.
My site from a different viewpoint.
Anyway, the two sites are separated by a garden of sorts…a cactus/rock garden. More accurately it seems to have been a garden at some point in time, and it looks about as pitiful as a garden could look , but that just means more fun for me. Well, except I’ve never worked (played), in a cactus garden before and I find I must be v-e-r-y careful. When I’m not, I tend to holler “ouch!”, and cuss some. One doesn’t want to lean on anything, or steady oneself, against anything, or stand up after digging around under an occatillo branch!
That’s part of the garden to the left of the dogs, boardered with rocks. And the tall skinny branches on the far left are ocotillo. Can you see all the sharp little thorns on them?
And here is an ocotillo when it gets leaves…one on each little thorn. They look like they are neon in the sunlight.
There is lots to do in this garden. I’ve been planting things and moving rocks around and pulling weeds. Neighbor Vivian gave me a Century Plant and told me they grow quite huge, so I actually started a second garden.
Colleen and Fred gave me this cute little barrel cactus with yellow spines.
These are some more baby cactus that I planted in the garden.
There is a Mesquite tree in the garden that I hope is alive. I should know soon. At any rate I’ve been hanging various bird feeders in and around it. ( I think I posted a picture of it in the last blog?) Some of the birds that have been feasting there are House Finches, Gold Finches, Cardinals, Pyrrhuloxia (similar to a Cardinal, but brown and red), Guilded flickers and Gila Woodpeckers….these last two have quite a display of spots and stripes, yellow underwings and red areas near their heads. In the evening some Mourning Doves make the scene.
Working in the garden and watching the birds, I feel peaceful and content.
These are not in the garden, but growing on the side of the hill.