(Cue dark cloud. Literally.)
Yesterday we had a tiny bit of hail with our monsoon rain. It struck off a few aspen leaves but did no real damage. But when I looked at my daylily, the bud was gone! Gasp!
At first I blamed the hail. But now I'm not so sure. That's a mighty crisp cut. Could one of our billions of thirteen-striped ground squirrels have helped themselves to a snack? Perhaps.
So I took a stroll and enjoyed the beauty of prickly pears blooming in a rock outcrop. Yep, it's the very same plant that I behead and dig up when I find them in the horse pasture!