The neighbor's garden was alive with activity when I dropped by this morning. A baby bunny was scared away by my arriving. Bees and other small winged things were buzzing about. And, various insects were crawling around on the flowering desert weeds, or, "native plants", as the man kindly corrected me, that he cultivates so beautifully.
Prickly Poppy plants are so poisonous that even cattle don't eat them. That does not deter whatever sucking parasite those black spots on the petels probably are.
And, isn't that the remains of some kind of living critter in a Desert Globemallow?
He doesn't have to worry about me snitching his posies for a bouquet or anything. I'm not that into nature!