Happy May Day

Happy first of May!

It’s allergy season in Tucson! Luckily neither John nor I are very susceptible to hay fever.

This huge beautiful tree is near our house.

There are about 5 different kinds of yellow-flowered trees and bushes blooming right now. Our canyons are full of something shorter, with pale yellow flowers. And then there’s this crazy fuzzy thing near my house.

I want to find out what this one is, with the fuzzy yellow flowers. I was on my bike when I first spotted it, and even riding by quickly I was startled by how heavenly it smelled. It’s clearly a messy tree, but it would be worth it. I would just need to not plant it near the pool!

I also wish I knew what this amazing pink tree is, at the St. Phillips Plaza on River and Campbell.

Up close it looks like oleander, but I didn’t know oleander could be trained into a 25-30 foot tree! It’s significantly taller than the two-story building next to it!

I hope you’re having a beautiful spring wherever you are.

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Tucson Food Tour

Tracey found a fun idea – a walking food tour! We met downtown and our guide took us to a variety of local restaurants, each of which had prepared menu samples for us. We were a small group of about 12 or 15 people, mostly retirees who live in Tucson. There was also a woman with a professional camera on the tour with us. The guide briefly explained her presence by saying something about marketing, and I assumed she was taking photos for their website.

As we walked, our cheerful guide entertained us with local recommendations and stories of Tucson history. It was a great way to learn about the area.

Here we are at the Hotel Congress where the tour met.

This is the old Pima County Courthouse, now used as a visitor center and museum.

One of the first restaurants on our tour was The Café A La Cart, which is on the grounds of the Tucson Museum of Art. An odd thing happened to me at this very cute café.

I was the last of the group to enter the café (I tend to hang on the edges of gatherings). The café was charming, but seemed quite dark inside compared to the glare of the street. A small private room was reserved for our group. As I started to follow the group into the private room, it seemed even darker, and crowded and…I just backed right out again.

I have occasionally experienced a bit of claustrophobia before, but I never expected it to suddenly occur in a restaurant. I think it’s worse when I’m packed tightly with a group of strangers. It’s one of the reasons I don’t like to fly on an airplane – I’m trapped in a small space with strangers very close all around me.

Once at a Pride Parade in San Francisco, the crowd was moving through the street and slowly being funneled into a tighter space until the crowd was pressing against me on all sides. That was very hard for me. At the time I didn’t think of it as claustrophobia, it seemed more like a fear of crowds. I think I must have some combination of fear of small spaces combined with being too close to numerous strangers.

Most of the time small spaces are fine. I’m ok crammed into our teeny tiny camper van. I did have one instance of claustrophobia in the middle of the night on our little sailboat, but that was because the tide had gone out and we had run aground in the sand and my subconscious realized something wasn’t right.

It’s understandable to feel claustrophobic in a below-deck sleeping birth the size of a coffin with no headroom, on a hot and humid night in the tropics, on a boat that was supposed to be gently rocking but had suddenly shuddered to a dead stop. And it’s understandable to feel claustrophobic in a crowd of thousands of people in San Francisco, being funneled between two chain link fences, crushed, with no way to go anywhere other than the direction the crowd is pressing.

But at the restaurant, it was really unexpected. I started to walk in without any hesitation; it never occurred to me that it would be a problem. But when I got about a foot into the room, I just turned around and walked back out.

The tour guide was behind me, and I calmly told him that I’d be waiting outside. I said it was too claustrophobic for me, I’m very sorry, don’t worry about me, I was fine, I would just wait outside.

The guide handled it really well. He didn’t make a big deal about it. He asked one of the servers if they would be able to serve me at a small table right outside the private room. And they said sure.

I felt a little foolish sitting out there by myself, but it was also a great relief.

Once Tracey figured out what was going on, she came out and joined me. They served the two of us our salads out there, and it all worked out. I really appreciated everyone accommodating me without making a big deal about it. I was rather apologetic, but these things aren’t our fault.

Our salad was excellent, and soon we were out in the Tucson sun, walking to more restaurants.

I was surprised this spacious patio at El Charro was empty, but I think it had not yet opened up.

I was hoping we were going to get to eat out there, but instead we were seated in a small interior bar with windows overlooking the patio.

I would be interested in coming back sometime when the patio was open. We had bites of several different kinds of tamales, and they were great. I am a big tamale fan.

We didn’t eat at this next restaurant – I don’t think they were open yet. But apparently it’s a local institution, so our guide pointed it out.

Here’s another shot of the courthouse as we circled back towards our starting point.

After awhile it was hard to keep straight where we were and where we’d been. I took this picture to remember this restaurant because I thought the food was quite good.

This glitzy mirrored menu at an ice cream shop was fun but hard to read and unfortunately inaccurate. No coconut lemon cake ice cream for me, alas.

I don’t remember what I ended up substituting as my second choice, in that rushed, just-pick-something moment, but it was still good. Our tour came to a perfect ending with ice cream on the sidewalk patio.

Now here’s the funny part. Remember how I was completely ignoring a woman with a large camera? Turns out she wasn’t just taking still photos for their website. We were on the news!

I had no idea. A few days later, John was checking the local news on the internet like he always does, and found this: https://www.kgun9.com/spiritofsoaz/tucson-food-tours-marks-10th-season

The reporter didn’t interview me. I mean, good choice. I’m not the sort of extroverted person who would come up with peppy marketing soundbites. I’m thoughtful. Practical. Boring.

In the video you can occasionally see Tracey and I from the back, or from a distance. You can spot us by our hats.

Here you can see the back of Tracey at the start of the video. That’s our guide giving his intro talk.

Here you can see me in a gray hat and black skirt, trailing along behind everyone else, lost in my own little world. La-la-la, look at the buildings!

Here we are, in hats on the left.

And here we are busily focusing on our food, while, oblivious to me, the camera woman was interviewing some of the more gregarious people on the tour.

What can I say, it’s a food tour after all, right? So I’m enjoying the food!

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More Tucson Touristing

In addition to DeGrazia, on our first and rainiest day of touring Tucson, Tracey and I went to Green Things, a plant nursery that also had some Mexican art for sale at a shop called Zocalo.

I loved the jaguar.

They had copper hammered furniture in the style of my patio table that I bought in Taos last year.

And punched tin.

And metal palm trees, lol.

Lights! I usually don’t think to look up, but we have a remodel coming up and have been thinking about lighting. I wouldn’t go with this style though.

The store was in a building that used to be a house. They had kitchen items for sale displayed in the kitchen.

I was very excited – not about the dishes and other kitchen trinkets for sale, but because the layout was similar to what I had been thinking for my own kitchen. I have been working on designing our kitchen remodel, and this helped me think about how – or even whether – to put a refrigerator in a corner with a doorway to the right of it. In our case there’s less space between the corner and the doorway, so I would have to put the refrigerator on the end without the pantry. I don’t think it would look weird as long as I put cabinet siding along the side of the refrigerator, to give it a built-in look.

Here’s outdoor decor displayed on a covered patio.

And of course, pots and statues.

John loves pigs, but I didn’t buy one.

Lots of lots of pots.

Tracey bought a cute pot that was small enough to fit in her luggage. Then we could hear thunder in the distance, so we hopped in the car to get home in case a sudden desert deluge flooded the streets.

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Tourists in Tucson

At the end of March, my friend Tracey came to visit from California. We had fun being Tucson tourists. First stop, the alien just a couple of blocks from me!

Tracey did a ton of research before coming, and actually found mention of my neighborhood’s alien online. We’re famous!

The weather was unexpectedly cool and wet, but that’s how it is sometimes in the spring. Even in the desert! Due to expectations of rain, we decided to start out at an art museum, the DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun Historic District.

The gallery is dedicated to the art by Ettore DeGrazia, but I think I was more entranced by the architecture than the art. The DeGrazia buildings were also designed by the artist.

Unlike some galleries, they didn’t seem to mind if we took pictures. So I took a ton of them.

They mixed large pieces of straw into the adobe.

There are several buildings on the grounds.

One of the buildings is reserved for visiting artists.

In this case the visiting artist is a watercolorist.

It was a lovely spot, inside and out, and a perfect place to spend a spring-showery day.

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Masks slide away?

It’s been over 2 years now and most of us do not want to read about or talk about the pandemic anymore. But I thought, for posterity (because this is just going to seem so weird in a few years) I’d talk about when I am and am not wearing a mask. It’s the universal conundrum.

Masks are a weirdly important fashion statement of who we are and what we believe. And as is the fate of all fashion statements, may suddenly be sliding from the in-thing to the old-thing, like skinny jeans. It’s an ever-changing area of confusion in our lives, making the act of leaving our homes just that much more complicated. In a way it doesn’t matter, yet it is also a decision that must be made. There is no default. You are either choosing to wear a mask, or you are choosing not to wear a mask. I would do the neutral thing, but there is no neutral.

Yesterday an acquaintance of mine, an elderly women with cancer, was telling us about her discomfort over this past weekend when the person next to her on the airplane wasn’t masking. It mattered to her, so she asked him to please wear his mask. He refused, saying she wasn’t the flight attendant, so she flagged down a flight attendant who then told him to wear his mask. He angrily complied and they rode together in uncomfortable animosity for the rest of the flight.

Then last night they lifted the mask mandate on public transportation.

I’ve been trying to use logic and common sense when I determine when to wear my mask. But it’s a social construct, and social decisions cannot be determined by logic. Nonetheless, I try.

Here, for what it’s worth, are my recent mask decisions. I did not wear a mask when talking to a contractor in my home. I figured it was just one person. Neither did I wear one when a couple of friends came over. Plus, we mostly sat outside.

I also did not wear a mask when a friend and I went to an enormous tile store because the place was cavernous and nearly empty. I did not wear a mask when I dropped a package off at the UPS store because my package was pre-paid and I was in there for literally less than a minute.

However, I did wear a mask when I went to Trader Joe’s yesterday. Trader Joe’s is much smaller than the huge home decor warehouses and has many more people per square foot. I take a while, more than 15 minutes, to track down all the items on my list. Also, probably due to demographics, there is an unusually high rate of mask wearing in the specialty food stores like Trader Joe’s, Sprouts and Whole Foods. And I don’t want to be the asshole making everyone else uncomfortable.

I also note, when walking into a store, whether the employees are wearing masks. I have a high level of appreciation for anyone working with the public nowadays and I want to do my part to not make their jobs any worse. If they’re masking, they would probably appreciate it if I do too.

Except I forgot to wear my contact lenses and my mask was steaming up my glasses so badly that I could barely navigate the store. I found myself holding my breath as I hunted for each item on my list. Each second that I didn’t breathe gave me an extra second of sight before it all disappeared behind the fog.

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Brick paving around the guava tree

In February and March John had dropped to working part-time in order to run our remodel. Or so we had planned. It turned out that his canceled project at work was suddenly funded, so he ended up working almost full-time after all. He didn’t get the remodel done, but he did do a fun and beautiful project in the backyard.

We had an area of our back patio that had been cemented over at some point in the past with a cheap cement that didn’t match the rest of the patio. It was also a low spot, prone to flooding. We could have installed a drain, but instead we decided to remove most of the cement and plant a tree. We got the cement removed, but the project stalled over the winter, leaving a mud pit. Biska loved the mud, but John and I didn’t so much!

Finally this spring when John had some time off, he was able to install a big pot with a pineapple guava tree. Next step was to pave around the pot.

It took John two trips to get the heavy pallet of bricks home.

The area we needed to pave was an odd, lopsided rectangular shape, and we had just put a big round pot in one corner.

Here we are with little paper rectangles, trying to figure out how to arrange the bricks around the pot.

After we settled on the design, John went to work, leveling and setting the brick. As is common in the desert, he sanded the brick in rather than using mortar. That will help the area drain during our occasional but sometimes intense rainstorms.

Here he’s cutting the brick to fit the edges. I figured he could just leave the edges rough because I planned to plant herbs between the pathways anyway, but John is detail-oriented and likes to do a good careful job.

Buying plants is my favorite part of yard projects.

Next he added irrigation lines for the guava tree and my herbs.

After the herbs were in, he bolted a patio umbrella into the cement in the perfect spot to shade the pool steps. Ta-da!

Wow, that is a lot nicer than the muddy pit we had before. Good job John!

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Pigs in spring

It’s spring! Our air temperatures in mid-April are heading into the 90’s during the day, a 40 degree swing from the night temperatures. But even in the middle of the day I haven’t had to turn my air conditioning on yet because the house is still cool, because the adobe stays cool all day.

Keeping up with the temperature in the desert is always an exercise in chasing a moving target.

There are a few mosquitos are out! There’s not very many of them yet, and they are a mixture of two kinds. I’ve seen a few of the big, loud, slow northern kind that are most active in the evenings (the kind that most of you in the northern and western parts of the US are familiar with).

I’ve also seen a few of the small, nearly silent mosquitos that are a warmer climate mosquito. They are extremely aggressive and bite during the day. I believe they are Aedes aegypti. The Aedes varieties are small and striped and often called Tiger mosquitos. Those are the ones that tormented us last summer. Last year they came out briefly in April, disappeared during the dry months of May and June, and then were thick during the monsoon rains in July, August and September.

Some of you were asking about when the cacti bloom. It depends on which ones, and varies each year, but some are blooming now.

This ocotillo, pronounced o-co-tee-yo (no “L” sound) is across the street from my house.

A variety of trees are blooming (and others bloomed earlier in the year). These are around the corner from my house.

The rest of these cacti photos are from my yard.

There’s been a lot of wildlife too. I’ve been regularly seeing coyotes walking down the street in broad daylight. And the wild pigs have been wandering around. These guys stink! A javelina is not actually a pig, it’s a peccary, but most locals colloquially call them pigs. Like coyotes, they live in and around the arroyos and frequently wander the neighborhoods surrounding the arroyos.

A neighbor of mine said she recently saw the pigs while walking her dog late in the evening. And sure enough, our security camera picked one up around 11:00 one night. https://youtu.be/oOHPyAbUBfE

I had an out-of-state friend visiting the week of the pig visit – we didn’t realize (until John noticed recently from stored security videos) that pigs had passed by in the night. If we had known, we could have stayed up late one night to enjoy the evening with the javelina.

I’ll write more about our fun visit from my friend soon. But first I want to finish a follow-up post about the pineapple guava tree project from last month. I’m always running 2-3 weeks behind with this blog, no matter what I do! But I jumped ahead with this post, because I wanted to get my mid-April spring post published in mid-April, not sometime next month. By May it will be summer!

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A Sunday walk with friends

I often get together with a small group of friends on Sunday mornings. We go for a walk, come back and meditate for about 20 minutes on a topic, and then have a discussion. We alternate whose house, and one morning in late March we met in a very nice area in central Tucson.

When I drove down there, I discovered bicyclists everywhere! Roads were blocked off and traffic cops were directing traffic. Turns out there was a local bicycling event happening.

It wasn’t a serious race – people were riding on all kinds of contraptions, some in costumes. What fun!

I made it through the festivities and to my friend’s house with no problem and we all set out walking toward the activities. This area of town has tons of character and makes an excellent place to walk even without a local festival going on.

I was like, wow, this is cool, where am I?

Here come the bikes!

I’ve always thought there would be nothing better than having a balcony overlooking street events.

The guys up on the balcony were friendly and chatting with my friends as we stood in the street, right in the way of the bicyclists. But the mood was casual, no one was racing.

There was even a Mariachi band. Local events help me to not miss Albuquerque, because the culture here in Tucson is similar.

Here’s the link if the embedded video doesn’t work for you, https://youtu.be/Bb09LIc15XQ

What? In Tucson we have earnest conversations with cacti all the time.

It was fun to walk through the festival atmosphere, and then back through the barrio.

On one hand, I would love to see this house restored to its former glory. On the other hand, when out-of-state money comes pouring into an older neighborhood (as is currently happening) there is a type of authenticity that is lost. Not to mention the social implications for the displaced local residents.

So many different southwest styles. From a distance this next one might look like the roof is terra cotta tiles, but that is actually a metal roof.

The walls are adobe brick with a thin outer layer of pigmented mud, leaving the brick texture showing, but giving it a more uniform color than my house (with nothing on the bricks at all).

This next one is more like what I had been used to in New Mexico.

If you look at the windows you can see how thick those walls are. It blocks the direct sunlight from getting in, keeping the house shaded. And the thermal mass of the thick adobe walls keeps the house a more consistent temperature from night to day, when air temperatures swing drastically in the desert, helping to keep the house cool during the day.

After our great walk, we retreated to my friend’s peaceful backyard.

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Autism in Women

Here’s the link, https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/we-need-better-diagnostic-tests-for-autism-in-women/ and for those of you who struggle with links in this blog, I’m going to reprint the entire article. Credit to Zhara Astra, Scientific American, April 2022. “Zhara Astra is a screenwriter, producer and a professor at Arizona State University where she teaches a course she created on Understanding Neurodivergent Women.”

Although I didn’t write this article, I could have. Except, unlike Zhara, I haven’t pursued a diagnosis. After coaching autistic adults for over 20 years now, I know all too well how frustrating and likely fruitless it would be.

We Need Better Diagnostic Tests for Autism in Women

Diagnostic criteria are developed using white boys and men, failing to serve many neurodivergent girls and women, By Zhara Astra on April 7, 2022

“You don’t look autistic.”

This is what people say when I first tell them I’m on the spectrum. But I do look autistic. The problem is that people, especially medical professionals, don’t know what to look for when it comes to identifying and diagnosing autism in women and girls.

I am a professor, a screenwriter, producer, mother and a woman who has autism. The challenges I have had in getting my diagnosis lead me to believe that we have to develop a more accurate standard autism test and better diagnostic criteria specifically for women and girls. This test and these criteria need to be co-created by autistic women and psychologists who understand how autism manifests differently in women and girls. 

I was undoubtedly different, but because my traits were more subtle than what we typically consider a person with autism to have, and because I had become accustomed to masking these quirks (girls with autism and ADHD are masterful at doing this), no one suspected I was on the spectrum.

It wasn’t until 2020, when I was in my 30s and researching autism for my son, that I began to suspect I was on the spectrum. There began my troubles. It took me a year to find a psychologist who offered testing for adults, who had an understanding of women with autism, and who wouldn’t charge me $5,000 or more for an assessment, since my insurance wouldn’t cover the testing.

Most places I called were clueless when it came to diagnosing adult women. These psychologists had little experience diagnosing girls as well. After a year of searching for a competent, available and affordable psychologist, I finally found one and got a diagnosis of autism in 2021. I was told I had Asperger’s syndrome, but that since the release of the DSM 5, the term had been swept into the general definition of “autism spectrum disorder.”

Because of the narrow and gendered diagnostic criteria, we’re instead often told by the doctors that we have a menstrual-related mood disorder or anxiety, as I was told, or we’re slapped with some other grossly inaccurate label. All through history, women have been mislabeled as hysterical, when I think many were likely just neurodivergent and trying to fit into a neurotypical world.

Because of these false labels and the lack of testing, we have historically been overlooked, misdiagnosed or undiagnosed entirely. Many of us end up self-diagnosing later in life, after years of wondering why we feel so out of place in this world and in our own bodies.

Anxiety and depression are very common in neurodivergent women, especially those who remain undiagnosed. Women with autism are three to four times more likely to attempt suicide than neurotypical women. Comorbidities are very common in autistic women as well and can dramatically enhance the risk. Research indicates that women with autism and attention deficit hyperactivity disorder have an even higher chance of trying to commit suicide.
 
We may look like “the mom next door,” but our inner world tells a different story: a change in plans, a high-pitched sound, a blast of pungent perfume, or a stray label in a sweater, and we’re suddenly struggling to avoid a meltdown.

It’s exhausting and if you don’t have the privilege of understanding why you feel this way, then it can be maddening. Knowing you have autism (along with other comorbid neurodivergences) and that you’re prone to anxiety, depression and burnout can help suffering women get access to the treatment and support they may need.

But better diagnostic criteria are just the beginning. We also need more programs, like group therapy and support groups for women who are diagnosed with autism in adulthood. Training teachers, doctors and psychologists on what to look for in girls and women and how to accommodate us should also become the new standard.

Understanding autism in girls is also a matter of safety, as these girls are three times more likely to be sexually abused. We tend to be more trusting and naïve, because we are often very direct and straightforward and expect other people to be the same. Recognizing ill intentions and ulterior motives in others can be difficult for us. This can make us more vulnerable and susceptible to abuse.

Every person deserves the opportunity to succeed and rise to their greatness, including women with autism. As more girls and women recognize they are neurodivergent, having accurate testing and the accommodations means we have a better chance to do our best.”

Thank you Zhara, for writing about this in such a clear, simple, and straightforward manner!

Also, in response to a comment on her LinkedIn page, Zhara says, “My next article will address transgender and non-binary people. We discuss this in my class, but it didn’t make it in this article because it deserves an entire article dedicated to just that. But basically in my research I discovered that in brain scans (which is what I first used to affirm my own autism)—transgender women’s brains reflect the brains of women assigned female at birth, and non-binary brains showed a combination of both. This is huge in affirming the transgender human experience and needs to be more widely discussed. I also found that transgender people are 3-6x more likely to be autistic, but many reported being overlooked because the focus from parents, doctors, and educators was predominantly on their gender. I’m hoping to conduct more research on this in the future!”

I am looking forward to that next article! Unfortunately Zhara teaches up in Tempe at ASU rather than down here in Tucson at UA, otherwise I’d be banging on her office door looking for my new best friend.

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Planting a Pineapple Guava

Back in March, before the “real remodel” was scheduled to start, we decided we needed to do something with the mud pit in the backyard. The mud pit was originally a piece of cement, but it didn’t drain properly, and the water was backing up, saturating my rug and providing mosquito habitat.

(Aww, look at the little puppy – this photo was from last fall, right after her spay and immediately before she and I embarked on our Boise saga.)

After some thought, instead of installing a French drain (at great expense) like a contractor recommended, we decided to simply remove the cement and plant a tree.

But we had a puppy. A puppy who love-love-love-loves mud! https://youtu.be/FWvkeUs4Qoc

So on one fine day earlier this spring, we went to our favorite nursery and bought a pineapple guava tree.

Plus a bunch of other stuff, lol.

Here we’re unloading in the alley. That mechanical lift is coming in handy again.

Tada! Partway there.

For some reason that I no longer remember, we decided not to put it into the ground and to put it into a big pot instead. I think John just wanted an excuse to go buy a big pot.

We slid the huge pot down from the truck bed on a little folded step stool, lol.

It is a beautiful one.

But John had a concern. We can get some pretty high winds in Tucson – not as frequently as Albuquerque but still they can be intense occasionally. John was afraid the wind would catch that top-heavy tree and roll that round pot right over.

So he came up with a clever idea to anchor the pot.

This is a heavy duty plant stand. But instead of putting the pot on the stand, he’s going to remove the top of the stand and put the pot into the stand.

He buried the stand, to anchor it.

Next step is to run irrigation. Instead of running it over the top of the pot, he decided to do it right, and run the water line up through the bottom of the pot. He drilled a second hole in the bottom of the pot, specifically for the irrigation line.

Now it’s time to put the tree in the pot! That white thing sticking out of the pot is the irrigation line, which he will trim to size and add a drip head to later.

John is meticulous. That pot – it’s gonna be level.

Here it goes.

Ok, now what? We had some discussion about how to get the plastic container off, and exactly what would happen and in what order – would friction or gravity win out, and when? We ended up cutting the bottom off the plastic tub while it was still hanging on the mechanical lift, and then cut the sides off after we had lowered it into the pot.

Whew, it worked.

John had a heck of a time removing the stake. Not only could he not pull it out, he could barely hammer it out even after inserting a bolt to hammer against.

When we were all done I pulled on a branch a bit too hard and it unexpectedly broke off, exposing a beetle larvae inside.

It has this issue on the back side of a leaf too – I don’t know if that’s the same problem or something different, or what it is or if it’s a big deal or not.

Obviously we should have looked at the tree more carefully before buying it. This nursery does not guarantee their plants. And we don’t want to go down and fight with them about it now, after all the effort it took getting it into the pot. John, ever the optimist, is hoping that if we just keep it well watered and healthy, it will fight off the infestation and thrive.

Meanwhile I have my eye on something I’d love to get next – this time from a different nursery.

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