|Cactus wren greeting a new, rain-washed, day|
There is nothing like rain in the desert, especially when it is desperately needed, and we are at a time of the year when rain, any rain, is unexpected, and therefore doubly appreciated. A windy day yesterday seemed to hold nothing but desert dust until the smell of rain rode in though an open window.
The morning after a cleansing, nourishing rain is a cause for celebration.
|Goosed into growing|
|Things are looking up|