My Team

      This morning as I looked out my bedroom window, I saw there was a treat waiting for me: little gifts of color and beauty, regalitos for my flu-weary soul.  I couldn’t resist the sunlight either.

     I slipped outside with my trusty point and shoot camera and my kleenex box and looked around in amazement. Thank you God.

      These hearty, South Texas native plants keep suiting up and showing up.  It is time, in so many ways, to stop looking for what works somewhere else, what works for someone else.

     Surely there should be a “I Withstood the Heat and Varying Degrees of Attention” Award in gardening beauty contests somewhere in this world. 

     Today, these are my entries.

     In such a competition, my blooming natives would be the rough kids, the ecologically disadvantaged, the at-risk kids in the group.

     Sigh…most days, those were my favorite students. Not to belabor a metaphor…(who am I kidding…that is my FAVORITE thing to do), but my crew of South Texas survivors would probably have their hands on their hips, glaring at the roses and the azaleas, saying,

“What are you looking at?”