I'll never forget the first time I planted flowers in Arizona. I planted them Memorial Day Weekend. They died the second week of June. Wow! A whole two weeks to enjoy my petunias. Obviously, I was gardening in Arizona but with my "growing up in Utah" gardening knowledge. It has taken me some time to get the hang of having a beautiful flower garden in an area completely foreign to anything my upbringing prepared me for. I guess that is why this view from my kitchen window is so beautiful in my eyes.
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