Soon after we moved to Las Vegas and attempted to garden in this parched desert of rock-hard alkaline soil...Karl decided he needed a composter. Really? With our micro-yard? I tried to use all the logic that I had...but I must of lost because a composter showed up on our doorstep shortly there after.
We faithfully fill it with grass clippings, kitchen scraps, garden pruning and leaves.
We not-so-faithfully spin it.
And we occasionally empty it of what the Master Gardeners call "pure gold"
...looks like course dirt to me.
But it IS full of treasures.
So whenever Karl plants a new bush or plant he digs a larger than needed hole...fills the hole with his "golden" compost. The transplanted plants do okay...but all the volunteer seedlings that come up do great.
Normal rational people would just pluck these little invaders out like weeds.
Not us...not here in desolate Vegas.
If it's green and growing... we don't have the heart to kill it.
Hence.. you can't see the bougainvillea for the cantaloupe and tomatoes.
And this transplanted bush is suffering from sunburn but the cantaloupe are lovin' it.
Then the other day Karl found these...
Cantaloupes the size of soft balls hanging in the oleander bush....
Ahhh ...hidden treasures.