Little Baja

On Saturday, in between a class given by the Master Gardener of the Spring Preserve, Lynn Mills, and a fantastically challenging play at UNLV, Trudy and I went looking for backyard pots. We didn't find exactly what we wanted but we did find a real treasure, Little Baja. Along the interstate, just south of the strip is five acres of eclectic pottery, sculpture, fountains big enough for Versailles and goo-gaws beyond description.

As Deiter on "Sprockets" said, "You want to touch my Monkey."

There are mounds and piles of Mexican pottery and wood and metal and I supose a complete mixture of third world crafts. All for outdoor and garden decoration for every taste or no taste.

And, of course if one wanted to start a small casino, all the loby decorations are here.

The payoff came for us with the decorated pottery steer that is now on the garden wall.

And, bye the way, the garden out here stays in bloom almost all year.

Texas Yellow Bells are actually a legume. They fall in place with our plan to stay as "green" as possible. These beauties fix nitrogen and help to fertilize themselves. Goes along with the bamboo floors and drip irrigation.

Bob