Tiger Lilly burning bright

This Tiger Lilly grows by the front door. It’s blooms every year. First one, then two, and this year, three. The plant produces bulblets that grow at the base of each leaf. I took some this year and put them in dirt. Hopefully I get some new plants that I can put somewhere in the back yard. These bulbs were planted over 10 years ago. They were planted by the original owners of this house. The plants are in a very bad spot and they still grow.

Summer continues its assault on my time. I do get to the garden but not as often as I’d like. I have harvested much and enjoyed all of it. My Sugar Baby watermelons are sweeter than ever and my Minnesota Midget canteloupes are pretty darn good too. I have eaten my fill of tomatoes, squash, peppers and now, the cucumbers began to mature. I have learned lots of stuff this season!

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Tesak Pascola

This is one of my favorite stories. I’ve heard it told different ways. This version has a more contemporary feel to it but it takes nothing from the original story. I got this version from here. Visit the link so you can see the beautiful Watermelon Horse sculpture this person made.

Anyway, it think of it as an accidental gardening story.

Tesak Pascola
In old Sonora lived Tesak Pascola, a Yaqui gentleman rancher. He had an old horse who was his favorite: didn’t use him much; just let the old horse wander free on the vast pastures of the rancho. One time, Tesak Pascola decided to visit a friend on a neighboring rancho. Seeing the old favorite grazing close to the hacienda, he decided to saddle him up and ride him the little way to the neighbor’s. And so they went. Tesak spent a pleasant afternoon with his friend, and was gifted with a fine watermelon from the friend’s garden to take home, as well. When he was ready to return home, Tesak noticed that the trip had caused the old horse to acquire a saddle sore on his back. He felt real bad about this, and decided to leave his saddle and walk the horse home. First he applied a healing pack of mud to the horse’s back, then off home they went. Tesak cut into the watermelon and shared it with the old horse as they walked. Munch, munch, they ate the watermelon and tossed the seeds away. When they got home, Tesak applied more mud to the horse and then turned him loose to roam…..Tesak didn’t see the old one for quite a while, but he didn’t think much about this, as the rancho was such a huge place. Then one day he decided to go in search of the old horse. But he couldn’t find him anywhere! Worried, Tesak continued to search and search. What he did find in one field was a huge watermelon vine…and coming from inside a sound: “munch, munch”! Tesak Pascole began tearing thru the vine and at the center found…his old horse! Contentedly munching watermelons! The seeds Tesak had thrown away on that day weeks ago had taken root in the mud on the horse’s back and grown with the monsoon rains…rooting the horse to the ground eventually, but he didn’t care- he was growing himself an endless supply of delicious watermelons to eat (for you non-horse people: horses LOVE watermelon)! All good things come to an end, however- Tesak cut away the vine, and also harvested many good-sized ripe watermelons the horse hadn’t gotten to, yet. And he shared the melons with all the neighbors…..A few years later, the well-loved old horse died. Then the whole community gave a fiesta and mourned the passing of Tesak Pascola’s Wonderful Watermelon Horse.