This is why I miss spring. Photos are from a trip to the Pryor Mountains to view a wild mustang herd in June of 2007. It was a lovely day, with visits to alpine meadows, the herd, and an ice cave. My sister and I loved the wildflowers and green grass with the red soil peeking out from underneath; it reminded us very strongly of where we grew up in northern California.
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It always amazes me here in Phoenix, how alive the desert can become in springtime. The rest of the year it's all gray greens, but come springtime, it's profusely colorful. I think the contrast makes you appreciate it more.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you on the appreciation. Green is so fleeting here it makes you want to drink it in like water. The bottom three photos are of the desert; it smells strongly of sweet blossoms and wild onions at that time of year! Arizona has the benefit of having those huge yuccas. I have never seen a mature plant in person and I'd love to see them in spring.
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