The spring wind blew hard all morning leaving me with little desire for exploring. By afternoon I couldn't sit still, the desert called. Each day in Tucson has been a bit of a surprise. I let the mountains and trails show me where to ramble. I wait to be beckoned and have always been rewarded.
This afternoon I walked a section of Saguaro National Park along an old line camp at the base of the Rincon Mountains. It was an easy five and a half mile walk. The trail began in creosote flats before giving way to an iconic stand of old growth saguaro cactus with limbs bending and stretching to the heavens. Some cactus grew so close to their neighbor that their limbs wrap around one another like affectionate lovers. Others, do not limit affection to their own species, freely lock limbs with desert trees. Love is where love grows. Even the birds had love on their minds. A male Costa’s hummingbird performs an acrobatic aerial courtship display that would make anyone loving the rush of a rollercoaster envious. Up flies the miniature bird into the wild blue yonder, then plunge, down, the bird dives only to swoop up again.
Along the path Spring flowers, wild mustard and poppy brighten patches of earth with yellow. A white tailed deer eyes me from afar and a black tailed rabbit hops beside the trail. Spring a time of love, beauty and surprise. I could not have planned a better walk.
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