Skipping winter

V says that you can almost see Ranger's ears on his plant (left).

Even though I love cold weather and really missed it this year, the early spring days are nothing to complain about.
We are in plant/garden mode again, determined that no plant gets left behind (dies). The two plants in my windowsill are Ranger and Dad (Ranger on the left, Dad on the right). Each plant was given to us at their time of death and we have managed to keep them alive for many years now...ironically, Ranger ate my Dad's plant down to the stems one time.

I'm not sure if V's peach tree got enough "chill hours" this year, but the blossoms are beautiful.

The nursery we go to has on-site, certified Texas Nursery Professionals and garden coaches. They will make you believe that you can keep anything alive. I set a goal to diversify my portfolios planters this year instead of planting just one thing. I went with herbs because they love sun and grow like weeds. I also saw, all over Pinterest, the herbs to plant to ward off mosquitoes...stemming from all of the Zika Virus apprehension.
I was saved a lot of personal embarrassment when I overheard one of the professionals try to explain to an older man that there have been no studies to prove that these plants ward of mosquitoes. I'm sure that man was sent by his wife to pick out all of the plants she saw on Pinterest, and then he got the receiving end of this annoyed employee's soap box on Science. He kept trying to explain to the good husband that studies have shown that oils extracted from these plants (Hello, Essential Oils) can be effective, but that just planting the plants alone does not keep mosquitoes away.

Good thing I overheard because I almost asked, and that stern lecture would have made me cry.

We have also visited the Arboretum's blooms several times this month.
Planting level: expert.

classic Korean stance...people wait for buses crouched like this...

day date...totally in the friend zone

i feel like the red one when i am here

You know you've graduated to a new age bracket when you think that, maybe, you could sit alone at the Arboretum every day and just stare at all the flowers and be happy.

Flower on, Wayne.