Cholla Cactus Fruit!

In this part of southern Colorado we have millions of Cholla Cane Cactus plants growing everywhere.

At the beginning of July you can sometimes find millions of these plants blooming along I-25 south of Pueblo!

They were so beautiful and new to me when we moved down here in 2014, that I clipped off a few and planted them in my own garden. I planted this first one under our Rocky Mountain Blue Bird house five years ago, so no one would disturb the baby chicks in there.

As it turns out, their yellow fruit are also quite attractive!

These juicy, yellow fruit have a sour salty flavor. Once the spines are removed they can be eaten raw. Another favorite way to prepare them is in a fruit smoothie. Their salt content can help people in the early stages of dehydration (assuming water is available) by replenishing salts lost to sweating.

Native American discovered that the Cholla Cactus provided a variety of medicinal applications. It’s fruit serves as a diuretic to alleviate urinary tract discomfort, the sap offers anti-inflammatory benefits, the roots are believed to prevent kidney stones, and the buds act as a natural laxative.

I love growing new plants down here and learning about them!

Meanwhile, back at Sky Garden Ranch…

So, after the worst year of my life (by far!), I have some good news to share!

You may remember we lost our Rasta Temple Dog last July after 14 wonderful years of puppy love. That was the harbinger of a very BAD year to come. Mike had two serious surgeries, my brother went into hospice, and my Mom died this past March. I have also been sick a lot, but on Monday I said to Mike I might be ready to get a new dog after I feel better. By Tuesday we had contacted a puppy rescue around here. We picked up Annie on Wednesday.

Annie is a very sweet five year old who has been abused by a puppy mill in Missouri, so as you might guess, she is as meek and timid as she can possibly be. When you put her down she just sits there, not moving around or exploring anything. She didn’t even drink water or eat anything for over 24 hours after we got her. I now understand this is not unusual for a rescue dog.

With Mike and I’s tender loving care, she is now coming in through her dog door and slowly checking out her new home. Still not enough courage to go out the dog door. We have to be so patient with her. She was super tired when she got here. She slept for a couple days. She has been vigilant her whole life and must now learn how to trust someone. No easy feat teaching her to trust in us, but we are up to the challenge!

Time for Aspen Leaf-Peeking Again!

We took a beautiful drive yesterday up to Westcliffe and then east towards Colorado City to see the autumn leaves before they get knocked off with the first snow storm in the mountains…

As it turns out the high peaks of Sangre de Cristos on the way up to Westcliffe are already covered in snow, with the aspen turning right below that.

Then we headed east and witnessed lively colors every time we went around a new curve!

Looks like it’s time for Octoberfest again in La Veta!

What is under this misplaced anger? Living with loss…

So here’s a lesson I have had to learn only about a million times. Anger is usually a front for avoiding feelings of deep sadness. At the joyful celebration of my Mom’s 90th birthday last week, I felt nothing but anger towards her. I hated the way she seemed to ignore her kids and give all of her attention to the other guests. I got so angry we left early…

When I got home I was still so mad I had to call an old friend for reassurance, because of course I felt guilty for being angry at my poor, confused mother. Then, a week or so later I saw something sad on TV and burst into tears. Deep, boundless melancholy engulfed me. First my favorite pet died and now my Mom and my brother will be leaving us soon. And to make things worse, no one in our medical system understands how to leave us in peace.

The John Carter Sky Garden

I took my brother to his doctor last week and all they can offer him is more ‘tests.” Someone who is close to death does not want or need more tests that are an hour away in Pueblo. He needs comfort and peace. I finally said to the doctor. “He isn’t getting better! How can we make him more comfortable?” So it looks like he may get more home services, which is good, but in the meantime they sent him to the ER yesterday for more tests.. You can probably see why I’m angry.

But underneath it all is just pure sadness. My big brother is dying and I want him to have peace as soon as possible, but I am so sad.

August Colorado Foothills Garden Scenes

Although just north of here has received more than abundant rainfall this summer, we are very low on our Water Year measurement at only 11 inches so far, with less than two months to go. That has been pretty tough on my xeriscape garden & landscape.

But my Blue Mist Spirea bushes are bigger and brighter than ever!

And curiously, all the big sunflowers have sprouted on a hill below our home on the east side.

Our fountain & bird bathes continue to attract all kinds of birds, bunnies, chipmunks, bobcats, badgers…

and, of course, deer. It’s so fun to look outside at various times during the day and enjoy their antics.

This year is in stark contrast to the much wetter August of 2021, when we had had twice as much precipitation by this time in the water year! GO SEE PHOTOS HERE:

The Legacy of American Lawns & “Lawn Nazis”

I got a few interesting responses to my last post about re-wilding areas destroyed by farming or other forms of human landscape “improvements.” The 4th episode of PBS “Human Footprint” this week caused me to think further about our American addiction to lawns and lawn care.

Did you know one 400 acre golf course uses 358,000 gallons of water every day? We have more than 40 million acres of turf in the United States that use over 80 millions pounds of fertilizer per year.

Grass is the most resource intensive plant in our country today.

In a country where we so highly value productivity, lawns are the ultimate in unproductive.

The story goes that we can apparently blame the Brits originally. The old idea of owning your own manor and “estate” added to our own brand of individualism in the USA caused many of us to want to own a home on maybe a quarter acre in suburbia. Our home was our castle, and the surrounding space was our territory to improve and maintain. Although some grasses have American-sounding names like Kentucky bluegrass, most of the turf-grass species we plant in the United States are native to Europe.

We also have a strong tradition from our earliest days of feeling like we had “too much land” (after we stole it from the native Americans). If we farmed it, or ranched it, or timbered it for five years than that land was ours. This set the precedent that we should not just sit on land, we should “improve it.” Every place humans inhabit is made artificial in some way, and in our country that usually involves lawns.

The Lawn is the Ultimate Male Status Symbol, showing how deeply grass is rooted in the American psyche.

Thinking about these American traditions reminded me of how proud my Grandpa Carter was of his small home and yard outside of Kansas City, Kansas. He took so much pride in keeping it perfect with his walking mower and lots of watering. And my own Dad the botanist, a lifelong advocate of leaving things natural, still worked hard to keep a nice lawn around his home.

The younger generations may not be so convinced that lawns are a good thing.

To quote that PBS special: “Grass is a signal. Just having it says that we are part of a community.”

And yet, as Nancy Hill pointed out after reading my last piece, those who don’t choose to maintain traditional yards in suburbia may be ostrasized by HOAs and other nasty neighbors. Covenants can be legally enforced. I had never before heard of the term “Lawn Nazis.” In a country that prides itself in offering “freedom of choice,” when it comes to the land around our own homes, we can be forbidden to plant native plants or go natural.