So after watching Justin’s team whoop their opposition, we headed across town to Tagawa Nursery, where fresh-roasted chilis were to be had.
Of course, visiting a nursery, even with the express intention of buying something other than plants, is like dropping by your local crack dealer to ask if you can borrow a cup of flour.
So, a dozen or two plants (and a big bag of roasted chilis) later, we headed home … and spent the rest of the afternoon planting fall perennials — which should make them a lot hardier next spring.
Most of the plants went behind the new fence, where most of the spring plantings died a horrible, arid death, with both sprinkler problems and watering limitations and blistering heat doing them in. Here’s hoping we end up with something that can last through next summer.