The waiting game

Last night’s view out the bedroom window.

WHAT ARE WE waiting for? The rainy season when everything gets cooler around here till about October or so.

It rained early last month. Quite a bit, and some people — maybe even me for a brief spell — thought the rainy season had made a very premature debut. But it was not the rainy season. It was an aberration.

It stopped, and now we’re in a normal place for the first week of June: dry.

But last month’s early nuttiness caused the grass to grow, and it inspired the golden datura. I had to hire Abel the Deadpan Yardman to cut the grass, which took off like a rocket ship but then went back to sleep. We have two datura trees, which I whack back to high stumps every winter.

Last night just before the two of us, a couple of fans blowing in the room, reclined for a night of slumber, I took this photo. It’s not a very good photo, but it shows that the datura have recovered for 2018. They’re right there outside the window, sending in sweet smells.

8 thoughts on “The waiting game

  1. I didn’t cut my Pink Angel Trumpet back, and this morning I have eight feet of blossoms. Gorgeous! I also have a wild Jimson Weed growing over the front wall. My helper decided it needed to be trimmed in one area and almost killed the whole thing. It is gorgeous also covered white blooms in the mornings. It will be interesting to see what happens when the rains really start and how certain plants react after being teased by Tlaoc.


    1. Peggy: You made me chuckle with your reference to your helper’s trimming so much that he almost killed the whole thing. Mexicans do almost everything to excess, a cultural trait.


  2. Seasons change in their own time. So do each of us. No rush needed, just hang on and learn to be accepting, most especially of your own changes.
    All of those not things my parents told me. Wish they had. But they were busy with their own.


  3. I can’t get my datura past leaves only, pretty much. We had deep freezes last winter and the larger of the two plants did croak. Now only the smaller which we brought inside because it was in a pot. Though my bloom count has always been low.


    1. Carole: Different world there in Texas. I remember I could never get aloe vera to grow in my Houston yard. Here I can’t get it to stop growing.

      Mexico magic.


  4. Another factor is how much watering you do during the dry spell. My allamanda vine and hibiscus are full of flowers. My new Mexican flame vines are surviving with lots of water.


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