It reached the mid-80s in Los Altos; but there was a nice breeze all day, so I didn't have to haul in the dog and close the back door. The first glad is in bloom. And Mama Violet let herself be seen again.
Yes, each year they bravely jostle each other in their really too small bed, get draped with the odd self-sown morning glory, and almost all flower. I have pics somewhere from last year.
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