While I get salty and crusty trying to get things done in this summer heat, I have a renewed appreciation for those perennials that thrive in this inferno. On the very edges of my stingy drip line, my yarrow, hesperaloe, salvia, gaura, and Russian sage are glowing. It’s so gratifying to see these plants back after being buried by the snow plow.

My pride and joy is the rose sage. I’ve lost a few. I’ve been so tempted to give up on them. They’re native in Big Bear. It should be easy, right? No. My success rate is under 50%. But that big beautiful rose sage in the front of my yard screams success. It demands that I plant more.


Gardening once again gives me life lessons – determination, learning through failure, and when it’s really hot, go drink a beer and plant in the morning.