I really failed last time. Failed you all, with my gardening diary that should have had photos, should have been illustrated thusly.
This time I'll try to do better.
Okay, first let's get back to the grave desecration.
Here it is:
Yep, that's where I was prying out the concrete next to the purported dog grave.
Here is some of that concrete, that I'll use to set fence posts:
And here is the rough compost I harvested from atop the site.
Awesome, eh? I haven't sifted it yet, but there it is.
But now I've gotten interested in the more fresh mulch pile. Here it is in its semi-covered state:
And here it is after I took off the tarp:
Okay, so I took some of that and put it by the prickly pear, that I'm trying to grow into a fence:
and in the process, I found a vinegaroon!
What a pleasure. They are entirely beneficial little arachnids that are common down here, when people aren't so stupid as to kill them. They have no venom.
In fact, I just had to get more intimate with the critter:
before I sent him or her back to the mulch pile.
Meanwhile, lots of other neat stuff going on.
Pecans coming in:
Pomegranates too:
And what is this alien person, from the allium family? I really don't think I planted anybody like this. She's beautiful!
The End of the Volunteer Sunflowers
oh, well.
My neighbor to the south. She's Chicana, 80 years old. Still gardens.
Tithonia again. I really just can't photograph Mexican sunflowers enough. I wish I was more patient, so I could get all the butterflies and the hummingbirds they attract.
New Seeds!
From my favorite seedspeople.
Concrete/resin grasshopper
Strike that! That's a mantid. Sorry about that.
Wade Harrell ran a business that made these. Spiders and grasshoppers and bats and stuff too.
I had the good fortune to inherit many.
Last but not least,
Teh Dog
Still hot here.
Happy gardening and communities, peoples.
Miep