Tucked among the mexican donkey ears, i found the most wonderful late season garden surprise—some very unexpected pale pink dahlias, that I definitely hadn’t planted. “Volunteers” happen often in my backyard cutting garden, but rarely in my main cactus garden, The Ranchero.
This might be a good time to tell you how The Ranchero was conceived, and subsequently named.
We moved to “small house” in December 2009; to the side of the screened porch was a thoroughly overgrown, empty koi pond with tons of weeds and a two paddled Opuntia. (I wish i’d taken “before” pictures, but alas…) What an eyesore! Nevertheless the basic outline had potential and the sun exposure was perfect for a succulent/cactus bed. After two weeks of cleanup, the first specimens were planted
Fast forward to just before Mother’s Day, 2010. My daughter Maggie, who also lives at small house, had a friend visiting from up north. Upon seeing our now very full cactus patch, she remarked, “its soooooo ranchero!!!” Three days later, they gave me this handpainted staked sign.
and that is the story of how the Ranchero got its name…maybe you had to be there
The sign has since washed away in a flood, but Maggie and I and the name remain….
Until the next time…..