It's an extreme close-up of a standard-issue bougainvillea bush. They are EVERYWHERE in southern cal. You sometimes see a other colors, but mostly they are that deep pink.
I have some azaleas, but they're just your basic shrubs. They're not blooming now, but when they do, I'll post them. I'm so used to them being a "sign of spring," but here they seem to bloom at unexpected intervals year-round. Camelias and roses do, too.
Ya know, I should point out that "gardener" is the term people in California use for what I always called the "yard man." Just a crew that comes and mows and trims the shrubs.
(Gardener sounds sort of hoity-toiity, like I have a vast estate with a full-time staff or something. Ha! My entire lot would probably fit neatly into your front yard.)
My gardener is Luis, and his cousins. Luis has to be the most glum, morose young man I've ever met. His eyes slope sadly down at the corners, and his mouth is a permanent frown. When he comes to the door to tell me that I have a broken sprinkler head or something, he clutches his hat in his hands and looks at the ground and shakes his head sadly, like he's informing me of a death.
But he has gradually been adding some plants to our various flower beds, and a few times a year changes out the annuals, and he's got things looking really good out there. My fondest wish is that one day, it will look good enough to make him smile.
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very pretty pictures. :)
I don't know this flower. What is it?
my wv is "andre"--is he the gardener??
It's an extreme close-up of a standard-issue bougainvillea bush. They are EVERYWHERE in southern cal. You sometimes see a other colors, but mostly they are that deep pink.
I can remember, years ago, you told me you had ground cover azeleas. I would love to see them.
I have some azaleas, but they're just your basic shrubs. They're not blooming now, but when they do, I'll post them. I'm so used to them being a "sign of spring," but here they seem to bloom at unexpected intervals year-round. Camelias and roses do, too.
Ya know, I should point out that "gardener" is the term people in California use for what I always called the "yard man." Just a crew that comes and mows and trims the shrubs.
(Gardener sounds sort of hoity-toiity, like I have a vast estate with a full-time staff or something. Ha! My entire lot would probably fit neatly into your front yard.)
My gardener is Luis, and his cousins. Luis has to be the most glum, morose young man I've ever met. His eyes slope sadly down at the corners, and his mouth is a permanent frown. When he comes to the door to tell me that I have a broken sprinkler head or something, he clutches his hat in his hands and looks at the ground and shakes his head sadly, like he's informing me of a death.
But he has gradually been adding some plants to our various flower beds, and a few times a year changes out the annuals, and he's got things looking really good out there. My fondest wish is that one day, it will look good enough to make him smile.
Some thoughts arise in my mind on how to get Luis to smile... Now I'm smiling!
Blank, somehow I sense that it would be a lot easier to make YOU smile than to make Luis...
Ms. VQ, just breathing the same State Air as you makes me smile.
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