Technically it’s not Hell, but it might as well be. Daily summer temperatures hover around 110 degrees. Rainfall? I remember it raining once in the winter for a minute or two. Thanks to a deep underground aquifer that was probably filled during Noah’s flood, humans pump up enough water to sustain life and sometimes gardens. Some can even afford to pump up enough water for fanciful things like lawns. I’m on the outskirts of our little town where all you see for miles is creosote bushes. There are hurricane force winds that try to flatten all your plants, and earthquakes that will eventually the swallow your garden whole. Until then I will try my best to create a little oasis from the unrelenting bleak awfulness of Hell. Welcome!
Gardening in Hell 