Millions of Peaches
February showers bring Spring flowers, or at least that's how it goes in Southern California.
Meet Peachy. He's so adorable. This is his third year in my yard and every time I look at him I swoon with adoration. He has been through some of the toughest times in my garden. Like when I didn't think I had to water more than once every two weeks because I grew up on the East Coast and you didn't really have to water except in the brutal August heat. It wasn't August, so why water? It's only 18% humidity and we get a maximum of 9 inches of rain per year? Why would I water?
Then he survived my oldest sister trying to kill him. (That's right, Jen, I went right for the jugular with that one. Oldest sister.) Peachy was weak and frail but I insisted he would be great if we could just get him in the ground. Reluctantly Jen planted him but then as soon as I turned my back she kicked him! With a full-force karate-style kickboxing move unleashed from the depths of the earth she spun around and HI-YA!
Peachy held strong unlike so many before him and today he is a beautiful young lad and I hope lots of honeybees come smooch his flowers for Valentine's Day.
Reader Comments (7)
i want spring flowers and i want them NOW. so jealous.
we've had large numbers of robins in our yard since mid-January; eating the berries from our giant holly tree, but no flowers yet ... 5" of snow on the ground; maybe by your birthday ...
Peachy needs to change gender! He bears fruit, that makes him female!!! So glad she is still alive and kicking. After 2 glorious days all the snow is gone until the next Arctic blast. m-in-l
Peachy was just asking to be kicked like a little nerd at the bus stop.
Plus, I only did it after hours of hard labor with no food I may have had a case of the FREDS.
Is 30 considered young?
The number is not relevant. Older is older.
If you don't get older then you're just not here any more.