Beauty is found in the most unlikely of places. As I emptied the trash this morning, I was amazed to find this lovely flower growing on its own behind the dumpster, especially when I cannot seem to grow a darned thing out here. In fact, I have almost given up on the whole idea of landscaping/gardening which is very unlike me. I used to be the great vegetable grower. However, when all my tomatoes, green and very numerous, began shriveling in the summer heat and all the corn just dried and died on the stalk, I halted my efforts. I keep saying I’m going to grow a fall garden, plant some broccoli and cauliflower, lettuce and spinach, but since the turkeys live where my garden was I don’t know where to plant. Apparently I should try the area behind the trash bin. Unfortunately, though, the aesthetics have a bit to be desired.
As I had the camera out, I had to take a few chicken pictures. It’s in the Rancho Laurena bylaws. I think I have more pictures of chickens than I have of my own children. Great parenting, huh? This is Slick, part Brown Leghorn, part Silver Spangled Hamburg. Hasn’t he grown into a handsome rooster?
Lastly, as I was heading back to my by now heavily neglected and much-needed coffee, I spied this guy riding the pool vacuum hose around the pool. He jumped off as I approached with the camera, but I managed to snap a quick shot of this Sonoran Desert Toad. I’ll tell you more about them in a later post but for a little teaser, their skin is toxic and full of hallucinogens, which means dogs can die from chewing on them and the more unbalanced college students lick them to get high. Fortunately, our dogs are too slow moving (and witted) to catch them and our kids, who I wouldn’t exactly call balanced, aren’t that weird. Thank heavens for large favors.