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I Love Spring!

I've been growing plants from seed for a hummingbird garden in my backyard, but I grew impatient and bought some already-blooming salvia the other day.  I even made sure to get a perennial kind this year!

I thought for sure my hope for apricots had been dashed when we had that cold snap and snow after my tree had already bloomed.  However, I noticed that my tree is full of little fruit now.  It's still a young tree--its two branches are so cute!-- but it is eager to be a productive tree, which makes me happy. 
I miss the ease of growing things in the Pacific Northwest.  I'm slowly learning that the secret to at least pretending to have a green thumb is finding what plants grow well in your particular climate.  In my case, that means plants which don't mind 110 degree summers, winters with occasional snow, and frequent 25+mph sustained winds (not to mention the gale-force gusts).  Surprisingly, that limits my options, particularly because I'm not naturally drawn to succulents and cacti.  All that is just a long-winded explanation as to why I have an almond tree--and one that apparently is going to produce this year! 

Lucy loves to be out in the yard with her humans.  Doesn't she look happy? Her muzzle might be graying, but she still has a spring in her step.

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