from Wikipedia: Las Vegas Springs Preserve consists of 180 acres dedicated to nature walks and displays and is owned and operated by the Las Vegas Valley Water District. The Preserve is located approximately three miles west of downtown Las Vegas.
My recent trip to Nevada included a family reunion which in and of itself was filled with a lot of laughter, simultaneous conversations and catching up on each others lives. That would have been more than enough but my sister, a new Nevada resident, had researched area attractions that would appeal to our gang. Not only was Springs Preserve a huge hit, it was much more than we could’ve anticipated. We availed ourselves two of the many offerings, the Butterfly Habitat and the Botanical Gardens.
We’ve finally had several days of what I call “serious rain”.
Enough that I have to dump the decorative pots holding some of my larger, deck-potted plants.
Enough that it doesn’t evaporate immediately after it stops and best of all sometimes falling all through the night.
As a result everything looks lush, green….and overgrown. I’ve been going out for 1-2 hours each day to dead-head, pull weeds and ground cover that has taken over. While doing so today, I was thrilled to see that finally, one of my 3 hydrangeas has a blossom. Snapdragons and moss roses are coming up in the cracks between pavers as successfully as the ones planted in containers and beds.
Even my garlic chives have flowered! Here’s what’s up in my garden oasis….
A year ago, I planted a single, tiny morning glory with one little blossom on the edge of my herb garden. After a few weeks they went crazy. Earlier this summer, I recall worrying that no morning glories had appeared in my garden in spite of millions of seeds that fell while I was dead-heading last fall.
When we returned to Michigan after two weeks in Tennessee, my herb garden had disappeared under a canopy of morning glories gone wild.
A gleam in his eye, Spence offered to find his machete and “help me”. I declined in favor of a kinder, gentler approach pruning until the herbs were liberated while surrounded by a wall of morning glories.
Aren’t they gorgeous? They appear to have tiny white lights in their centers, illuminating from within while their rich colors provide a fabulous display which delights me every morning.
With the first of our three day Fourth of July weekend, the weather here in Michigan couldn’t be any more perfect. In fact ever since Wednesday this week it has been gorgeous including cooler nights and even a pretty solid and much needed rainfall in the wee hours Friday.
Spence and I choose to stay home on holiday weekends as the majority of the state heads “up north”. The Great Lakes State, Michigan has much to offer the farther north you travel and it’s stunning. However, there’s also traffic, construction and people pulling boats, jetskis and various other toys. We’re retired and can travel anytime plus when everybody else leaves town, it’s quiet and laid back.
With a soft breeze, brilliant blue sky and fluffy white clouds drfting above us we’re enjoying the garden. I picked the first 5 raspberries earlier, eating them right off the bush, like a bite of warm raspberry pie. In a bit, Spence will fire up the grill and I’ll open a bottle of wine and we’ll be chillin’.
Indeed, it’s a perfectly beautiful Saturday.
While our part of Michigan has been in the seemingly unending grip of a draught, my work in the garden doesn’t end. Nearly every day I fill a wheelbarrow to overflowing with the removal of trimming and dead-heading those flowers now done with their spring and early summer showing.
Here’s a tour of my end-of-June garden….