IT’S THAT TIME of year again, the time for the annual bougainvillea shot.
I include my child bride for the sake of perspective. And, as in all years, the monster plant has been trimmed back. Abel the Deadpan Yardman did that about two months ago in winter. Yes, this is the trimmed-back look.
My child bride is dressed for the gym, by the way, an every-Monday occurrence, along with each Wednesday and Friday.
Now that I have removed the behemoth nopal, the too-tall, trash-tossing pear, another smaller pear and the trash-tossing peach tree, this beefed-up bougainvillea is the lone, remaining yard annoyance. Perhaps one day I’ll have it removed too.
It is rather attractive, however, and it does not toss rotten fruit, just dead blooms.
When I walked toward the kitchen this morning not long after dawn, I noticed this light play on the wall of the living room, so I photographed it.
It’s a colorful world.