The language of flowers

One of the things about publishing a blog is that Esperando daily asks me if I have updated it yet. I keep explaining to him that it isn't a daily thing, it is just a whenever I feel like it thing. Although some people NEVER update their blogs (you might know who I'm talking about, R.)--still you have to be in the mood for it.

Today I had a goat cheese, roasted eggplant and red pepper sandwich, which the dog elected to share with me, out in the backyard. Then I got inspired to put on my swimming suit to catch a little sun. Since I wouldn't play ball with the dog, he decided it was too hot outside and I had to get up and let him back into the air conditioned house. And then the cat decided if the dog wanted back in, he did too, so I got up again. By then it was getting hot, so I came in and started looking at 100 Old Roses for the American Garden, by Clair G. Martin. One thing lead to another and I ended up taking more pictures of the roses and other flowers in my yard. It struck me that is a good thing, I will be able to remember my summer garden once I move to Baja whenever I look at my flower pictures.

While my mother and sister were here we tried to figure out what kind of roses might grow where I will be, and the choices are few--the climate zone appears to the same as southern Florida, though quite frankly I would suspect its a little drier. Maybe we will be carting a rose or two down with us in the car!!

I am pretty sure I will be able to grow zinnias. They like really hot sun. What a pleasing flower. I have purchased a bunch of seeds to take along with me. And our new house, Casa Abeja, has a flame tree in the backyard (though it is still small). Esperando and I walked through a nursery in Loreto, and they did have a fairly decent amount of plants, unfortunately they were limited to about 15 different plants: bougainvillea, hibiscus, lemon and orange trees, a peach tree--well that's about all that comes to mind, but there were a few others.