My desert garden taught me quickly, and taught me well, and I've got the scars to prove it! Mojave Desert gardening is not for the faint of heart. It is also not for people who are squeamish at the sight of a needle. Cacti back up their don't-mess-with-me appearance with more than just a bad attitude.
I moved as a tenderfoot from the lush vegetation and wet climate of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania to the driest area in North America. The gardening and climate shock surpassed the cultural shock and proved to be a more painful learning experience for me.
yucca; a cow-tongue cactus with two inch teeth and an elephant ear cactus with needles large enough to fit a sewing machine. Against all odds, these plants seemed to be winning a private war against the rain god, and they were winning with persistent chutzpah!
I had two things working against me from the beginning: I was an ignorant tenderfoot and I'm an Aries. You know, my "sign" represented by a ram - those creatures with big horns and a tendency to run into hard objects on impulse. As a result, here are some lessons that I learned VERY quickly: