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ellarienOn the way home this evening, I saw a young man standing at a busy intersection. In one hand he held aloft a tiny puppy, about the size of a two-month-old kitten; with the other he was juggling a handwritten placard advising that the puppies were '75% Chihuahua, 25% Poodle'. Granted, with that ancestry the poor mite may not have been as young as it looked, but it still seems to me that the lad had chosen a suboptimal strategy for finding good homes.
The jacarandas are in bloom. For some reason (too hot? too cold? too dry?), they don't seem to do particularly well here, but two of the three youngish specimens I saw had plenty of flowers, delicate pale purple against the bright blue of the sky. I appear to have missed the first opening flowers on my low-branched saguaro, but there are still plenty of buds. The prickly pears are mostly getting to the far end, but still have some flowers; the barrel cacti aren't even budding, as far as I can see.
The jacarandas are in bloom. For some reason (too hot? too cold? too dry?), they don't seem to do particularly well here, but two of the three youngish specimens I saw had plenty of flowers, delicate pale purple against the bright blue of the sky. I appear to have missed the first opening flowers on my low-branched saguaro, but there are still plenty of buds. The prickly pears are mostly getting to the far end, but still have some flowers; the barrel cacti aren't even budding, as far as I can see.