Along the way, reminders of days prior to the construction of the nearby freeway, Interstate 10, are very apparent. Tiny motels, boarded up and crumbling, and an old stone service station, long abandoned, can be seen.
In an area that is famous for growing delicious cantaloupe, nut tree forests and cotton fields also abound.
We spy the blue tarp covered produce market, and I do some shopping while Mr. Granny fills the gas tank at the service station next door.
It's a long but enjoyable trip for five dollars worth of produce!
Back home, my own tiny garden is growing quite well. The spinach is up now, and I'm quite sure the weeds/lettuce are actually lettuce seedlings, as some of them are beginning to show a red blush to the leaves. I had both Red Romaine and Red Sails in that bed last year, so I'm happy to see that one or the other (or both) have self seeded.