Spring in the Sonoran Desert - Tucson

It's nice to have a good think, or a good non-think, outside in the morning air. That's what I thought.

Franklin Whitey still hangs around here day and night for some reason (Trader Joe's Lamb and Rice), and he's a good non-think companion, until...

He loves to chase cows. Who doesn't? They run from him - WHEEEE! - until he barks. That's a gamechanger; a steer stops, turns around, and chases Whitey. WHEEEE! Whitey remembers where I am! WHEEE! Whitey comes to find me! WHEEeee...?

 Lesson for today: We're all always wearing a bathing suit.

No pictures!

 Spring makes you take pictures of birds. Just try to stop yourself - can't be done.

 I waited so long for this ocotillo to leaf it's like I birthed it. Hope you're all birthing something great.

Annie's away again having a crown adjusted. I think she's feeling like royalty.

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I still have those knees.

1967, southern Ohio

I didn't grow up celebrating Easter, but my mom did like to buy me Spring dresses.  I liked to get Spring dresses.

  

Throughout my adult years, Spring has meant my emotional resurrection.  The winter is no time to think about growth, or building, or easy living.  The winter is the time to hunker down, keep track of your gloves, and keep looking down at your boots. Can you see them?  That's good - you're still moving.

I'm not sure what to do with the profane cycle of my rebirth this year.  There was no hunkering down, and no fallow field of winter to reseed.  What that means is I have been happy all winter.  Not every second, because that's just sick and wrong. But, a lot.  

I woke up at dawn, and banged around outside while watching the sunrise.  If there's a more spectacular display of desert anywhere, I want to see it.  I sat still and heard the desert yawn and stretch.  I wandered around, got cactus spines in my leg and screamed three times because I thought it was a snake.  GOOD MORNING!  Annie is disgruntled.  Sue hasn't come out of the Guppy yet, and may actually be too terrified to emerge.  

When I manage to sit still and be exactly where I am, that is when I feel reverence.  Not worshipfulness, but awe.   Annie is rolling her eyes.  "Feelings.  Either you feel like having breakfast, or you don't."

Every time we land somewhere new I say "This is my favorite place!"  And, I mean it.  This time, I REALLY mean it.  

...and your little dog, too.

It's so gusty here I saw the same monkey fly past three times.  I can't remember not sitting here in this chair, so I made a lot of loud standing-up sounds, and we went outside for a lean.  East:  Why is it so easy to walk?  West:  Why did we try to walk?  We would never have made it home without our sticks to dig into the dirt and row us forward.

Do you know whose nest this might be?  Not rhetorical.  

Uh, hi SpongeBob!

Annie's Behind™ - no end in sight.

Annie's Behind™the rocks.

Annie's Behind™the fence at the Blythe Intaglios

"This is an ex-coyote!"

Dental reconstruction.  "I think I see what killed him!"

Two deadly predators.

I've frightened you, so let me show you some bits of beauty to soothe your ravaged nerves.

 

 Annie is suffering with a migraine today, so please, no loud comments.  No brilliant flashes of wit, either; kindly subdue yourselves.