I live in Davis, about 15 miles west of Sacramento, the capital of California. Our town of 65,000 is surrounded by a flood plain to the east and agricultural land everywhere else. As soon you leave the city limits, you’re in the country.
This fact became very clear when I visited Three Palms Nursery. Located about 7 miles west of downtown Davis, the nursery is located all by its lonesome in the middle of fields. A peaceful and bucolic spot indeed.
But the topic of this post isn’t Three Palms Nursery although I’m planning a return trip later in the month. Rather, I want to you show you what I found on the way home.
Just before you enter Davis proper, there’s an empty lot at the intersection of two county roads. Except it’s not exactly empty. True, there’s no house on it, but somebody has been using it as their desert garden. It’s conceivable that some of the Agave americana and prickly pears appeared on their own—they do naturalize around here. But the other assorted cacti were definitely added by a human.
Let’s take a look!

I’m not a fan of pineappling agaves but hey, it’s not my call. Look at the sheer number of pups, though. And there are many more on the other side.









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