A Tale of Persistence and Survival

When we moved here, we found all kinds of uprooted, abandoned plants in the farthest reaches of the garden--iris, a tomato plant and a small, cone shaped, very prickly green tree, among other things. Apparently these things didn't fit in with the sellers' ideas about the perfectly landscaped garden. The little treeI was stuck in the ground where OilMan's garden hut was to go, so we dug it up and stuck it in a plastic bucket, where it continued to thrive, despite our preoccupation with other garden matters--drought, intense heat, flooding, freezing,

Despite his prickly nature, which prevented me even from straightening him in his disposable pot, I began to grow rather fond of him. He began putting out feathery , light green new growth. We decided that next to the garden hut was a place that suited him quite well--two oddballs in a sea of uniformity.

Today dawned sunny and cool and we decided it was the perfect day to go to one of our favorite plant nurseries in the middle of the Laguna de Santa Rosa. where we bought a beautiful Talavera pot for our prickly little survivor. I think they both look very nice next to OilMan's quirky hut--all made for each other in the back corner of the garden.