This Sleeping Beauty Citrus

 is getting to waken up with it's first blossoms ever. This citrus was started by seed and boy

does it have the protected thorns like no other.

Although the parentage to this citrus is from the a Cara Cara orange seed. What has grown

won't be true, thus bye bye Cara Cara and hello Sleeping Beauty.

 

Those pearls of white are just the beginnings of blossoms getting ready to awaken their

fragrance.

Will it fruit, ah, as the saying goes? Only time will tell. Besides , my Crystal Ball needs 

charging.

Update: There are the beginnings of fruit setting and being from seed there is no telling 

what will develop.

This Is Now This

 

Once a rock and shell hound and now a seed hound.

         I wonder if these could be roasted and made into, who knows?

There Once, Was A Tall Cactus

 and getting too tall for it's britches.

                      What is left of that once tall cactus is now but an after thought and about

six feet taller than what you see now.

      Yes there was blunt trauma and yet not a squeak.

    No worries, you will be placed back with your family and just a bit shorter as you always dreamed.

 

Another minor surgery was required and fast healing allowed for a quick installation.

                   While  following all ICU protocols.

                                        Who knew that these Yoga blankets would come in handy.

 

     That hole that I dug for this cutting was only about five inches in diameter and precisely

eighteen inches deep, because I couldn't go any deeper due to a pipe fitting that was discovered.

A pipe fitting to what, you ask? And yes I still planted the cactus at this very spot. What better

way to mark this latest find.

   Well this nearly one hundred year house didn't have city sewer so there would have been

a drain field of some sorts for the waste water disbursement, a long time neighbor informed me.

   I  will have to add this to my growing list of this old house's list of historic finds.

Do Not...

 try   this   at   home.   I    repeat   .     .     .       .        .

Cooking is and will always be an adventure and a world of discovery, not unlike gardening.

What A Picture....

 ....woo    ....wooo......woooo.

   

Could       it       be     a      dream?    ....woo    ....wooo     .....woooo.

                          Faded    colors.......    from     yesteryear's? 

 But    when   I close    my    eyes....       to    no   surprise.        It's    only.    

                          It's    only    you .                         

 

Lyrics just sprouted.

    The Constant Gardener    * takes a bow *