I moved things from one pot to another.
I added seedlings.
I revived those on the brink....
leaving behind holes-turned-homes-for-ground-dwelling-beasties.
Now, it's time to sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labors.
Desert gardening is the most challenging growing endeavor I've attempted; I'm still not certain I have a coherent plan. I have figured some things out, though. I stick with what works and try not to be too fancy. I am rarely judgmental of my failed efforts; blame rests solely on the dirt which passes for soil, and the oven which passes for sunshine, here in my little patch of heaven. While all the rest of you are buying flats of petunias and impatiens and calibrocha, we here in the desert Southwest are retreating to our air conditioned sanctuaries, grateful that we've planted containers to be admired through triple pane windows.