I cherish being able to place my hands in dirt, even if my nails take 2 weeks to recover from the experience. The front yard and I have standing dates 2 or 3 times a year. I bring out the trash bags, the cutting tools, the rake, and the broom.
This fern has been with us for years, loving theshady spot it calls home.
This other fern also likes shade, as does the brand new palm that Grasshopper had to have.
These are more of that fern, and aloe.
These yucas have to be thinned out and cleared of the dry, dark pieces. I can sit with it for hours until they look pretty.
I also pitch forked countless ruelia roots away from the walls in preparation for their washing and painting.
For our ongoing but almost finished backyard project, I envision having a few of these delights. In Mozambique, we were surrounded by lushness, plenty of fruit trees (fig, papaya, lemon, peach, coconut, guava, mango), and many gorgeous blooming bushes. The desert is a bit more challenging. I have slowly adjusted, albeit kicking and screaming as my mind's eye wouldn't let go of the greenery of the east coast. Yet, the desert holds beauty, that the mind's eye can see only if it is flexible.
She's one of those people that enriches anyone in her presence. She's an ordained minister in the Methodist Church and it was fun for me, a Catholic raised girl, to get to know her. She's moving back to her beloved Maryland to work here.