It's always good when these come into flower: surprising, delicate nopales opuntia - or prickly pear - flowers. And yes, I could pick and cook the nopales, if it weren't for the fact that the "prickly" part of the name is there for a reason. I brushed up against it a few weeks ago, and had a whole lot of tiny little spines enter my hand, one of which became decidedly uncomfortable, so I'm wary of it. I suspect that it will have to go, when our terrace gets renovated.
In other wildlife news, there are some very noisy coyote yaps outside; there's a Great Horned Owl hooting, and not a squeak at the AirBnB. That's how I like it.
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