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I've mentioned a few times now that we wanted to head to Antelope Valley to see this year's superbloom. It's not as crazy-good as 2019's epic superbloom (if you like wildflowers you'll definitely want to click that that link and the pages it links to to see pics and video) but apparently it's still reasonable. Except the two times we had an opportunity in our busy schedule the past several weeks the weather was off. By now it seems the best of the bloom has passed anyway. Except right here in my neighborhood!
There's this one house on the corner a few blocks away where the front yard is full of California Poppies and other colorful flowers. I pass it several days a week, depending on where I'm going. (There are basically 3 directions in/out of my neighborhood; this spot is on one of them.)
Early this week I noticed the flowers were starting to bloom like crazy, even though the weather was still cool and damp. "I should take an afternoon walk by there and make some photographs," I told myself. Then I forgot each of the next few days. Until Friday.
Friday I asked Hawk to take a walk with me after lunch. She was working from home Friday— and, as always, somewhat reluctant to take a break from work. "I want to walk by that yard with the crazy flowers," I explained. She was sold. And Friday was beautiful weather— clear, with afternoon temps in the 70s. (Not crazy-hot like Saturday.)
When we reached the house with all the flowers we were impressed to see it had more than just poppies. On the grass island in the sidewalk are all those asters, too. And in the yard are other flowers in addition to the poppies.
Is this yard a happy accident, carefully groomed, or both? We're not sure. The amount of overgrowth around the flowers implies that it's untended. Yet the density of wildflowers suggests that everything was planted and maintained... at least up until a certain point in time. The house seemed empty— no activity or furnishings visible through the windows, though we didn't step any closer than the public sidewalk to look— and we haven't seen anyone coming or going or in the yard on the occasions we've passed by.
To be continued....
There's this one house on the corner a few blocks away where the front yard is full of California Poppies and other colorful flowers. I pass it several days a week, depending on where I'm going. (There are basically 3 directions in/out of my neighborhood; this spot is on one of them.)
Early this week I noticed the flowers were starting to bloom like crazy, even though the weather was still cool and damp. "I should take an afternoon walk by there and make some photographs," I told myself. Then I forgot each of the next few days. Until Friday.
Friday I asked Hawk to take a walk with me after lunch. She was working from home Friday— and, as always, somewhat reluctant to take a break from work. "I want to walk by that yard with the crazy flowers," I explained. She was sold. And Friday was beautiful weather— clear, with afternoon temps in the 70s. (Not crazy-hot like Saturday.)
When we reached the house with all the flowers we were impressed to see it had more than just poppies. On the grass island in the sidewalk are all those asters, too. And in the yard are other flowers in addition to the poppies.
Is this yard a happy accident, carefully groomed, or both? We're not sure. The amount of overgrowth around the flowers implies that it's untended. Yet the density of wildflowers suggests that everything was planted and maintained... at least up until a certain point in time. The house seemed empty— no activity or furnishings visible through the windows, though we didn't step any closer than the public sidewalk to look— and we haven't seen anyone coming or going or in the yard on the occasions we've passed by.
To be continued....
