Truth be known, I'm stuck on desert plants at the moment. And truth be known, I've had a few cactus spines stuck on me. The saguaro cactus has been on my mind lately. I'm not trying to persuade anyone that the desert is great and we have fantastic plants. In my view - we have fantastic plants but the desert is different. There is something about the desert that human sensibility cannot digest...perhaps that is why there isn't much in poetry or fiction, painting or music - which has agreed upon general significance.
I really need more food photos.
The most appealing part of the sea is the meeting of the land; it's the seashore that people love and not the ocean itself. I enjoy visiting "the meeting of the sea" in places like southern France - I like visiting places that are more comfortable, friendlier, more human environment - rushing streams, sunny meadows, forests, cozy villages and roads, all the securities of the mind. Southern France is romantic and complete.
The desert is not romantic, emotionless, cruel, clear, non classical, passive, says nothing, the desert lies there like a skeleton. It's my blank canvas.
Many people already know about the saguaro cactus. It's a unique cactus because it's specific to a certain part of the world. Yet, many people have the misconception that saguaros are in Monument Valley of Arizona, New Mexico, Utah and Texas because of Hollywood films, logos and commercials. The geographic mislabeling has lessened over the years. I wish there were saguaros in Nevada but they are only native to Arizona, northern Mexico and a small part of Baja, California. Saguaros have a relatively long life span. They take up to 75-100 years to develop an arm. My legs feel like a saguaro after 2 days of not shaving!
Arizona has strict regulations about the harvesting, collection or destruction of this species.
My brother Chris drew Dori and I this picture to remember Arizona(below).
My frenchie mother's favorite state is Arizona. I'm not sure if it's because of the saguaro...I think it's all the sun and Mexican food.
Dori and I drew these pictures - the day before we left Arizona to Arkansas.