I'm going to go on and on about the plant life around here so might as well reconcile yourself with this reality.
I was going to say "Get used to it" but the Republicans have turned everything into a rude(r) phrase than it ever was when referring to Trump's behaviour and deleterious effect on just about everything. Plus, have you ever SEEN a less attractive group of people?

We will prevail.

Baby bananas?! For real! Right around the corner from me. 

These are the tallest palms I have ever seen in my life. The are right outside of City Slickers Farms, where I have just started to volunteer in their incredible gardens. Mostly vegetable produce, I am discovering though many new things ever day. I weed. That's what I do. I love weeding. Pruning. Clipping. Shaping. People don't realize how OCD I really am because of the adventurous life I've led. They tend to equate OCD with the image of a, say, mathematician, an accountant, a surgeon. But I'm here to tell you that it takes a serious OCD'y type of person to lead the vagabond's life, otherwise it all goes to hell in a handbasket. One's space is so limited, one's resources are so limited, the inherent risk and danger, the loneliness, that extreme preciseness is required. Focus, attention on all small details, and follow-up. Otherwise you're going to end up by the side of the road, dead, or dying, of thirst, or hunger, or violence. Or your car breaking down in the middle of Death Valley, or on a freezing mountain pass. But that's a story for another day. Today it's about City Slickers Farms. More pics will be forthcoming on a sunny day. Plus, I work too hard to have time so far to take pics. Here's their link: City Slickers Farms

Eric is the guy running it and is an incredible young man: knowledgeable, gentle, efficient, I cannot say enough about him. And he lets me use the flame-thrower. 
AND the weed-wacker, and then, of course, all the hand gardening tools. But I LOVE gadgets, machines, and POWER TOOLS. YAY! The flame-thrower is awesome: propane fueled, you just BURN off all the tiny little annoying weed growths that are too small to grab and yank out. And, well, you know the weed wacker! Grass FLIES! hahahahaha
The rest of weeding though is definitely a Zen exercise and I highly recommend it for your sanity.
Plus they have chickens and one of them, the darling, reminds me of my adored Nancy. I will talk about her at a later date too. It's still too painful for me. I don't really understand this grief over her death. I don't feel this way about either of my parents. WHAT in the hell is going on!!!

Nancy and my son Piero. She was absolutely the SHIT. Luckily, I still have Piero. i MISS HER. ok. enough.
I'll talk later. I have to take a breath.