One of the agaves in our garden is blooming. You can’t really see it in the pictures, but it’s about 10 feet high. Which is actually not high compared to some other agaves I’ve seen.
It’s fascinating to watch this grow, even though it’s also bittersweet, since it means the mother plant is dying. Each separate flower will form a baby agave though, so there will be plenty new ones.
There’s one little thing I don’t really like about it: the bats love these flowers. They tend to take shortcuts through our porch to get there and do flybys over our heads at night, scaring me half to death each and every time.
Well, they did when this first started, I’m actually getting used to it…
(p.s. not going to write a whole I’m-back-missed-blogging-where-I’ve-been post this time, done that too often already. Just trying to find my way back to sharing the good stuff in my life)