As I mentioned, last week I was off work for fall break. My mom came into town a few days before our family made-up holiday of Practice Thanksgiving. Since the boys were still in school, and it was too early to start prepping for the feast, we took a day for ourselves. We went to the Desert Botanical Gardens, among other places.
We are members at the garden and it is the place where Husband and I got married over thirteen years ago (wow, has it been that long!).
I have gone there more times that I can count and each time I see something that leaves me in awe at the reliance and beauty of the plants that grow here. The plants that thrive here.
It was a quiet morning in the garden as it was a weekday and we did not have the boys in tow. The boys do not do quiet well. We stood for many minutes watching a cactus wren build a next of grass and twigs in the prickly embrace of a tall cholla cactus. We saw a pair of hummingbirds, dancing in ever tightening circles, fly up, over, around, and finally through the branches of a green trunked palo verde tree. We sat in simple, low slung fabric chairs in an overlooked corner of the gardens and talked – of nothing and everything.
The desert is a complicated beautiful – a mixture of persistence, heartache, and loneliness. I do not think I will ever tire of looking at it and being a part of it.