An American Shoveler (duck) admiring his fine reflection
at Sweetwater Wetlands
Morning Primrose at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
Desert Marigold at the Desert Museum
Ocotillo juuuuuust thinking about blooming
The equinox was last week, or the week before (to be honest, I lost track), and daylight savings happened about the same time (I don't have to pay attention since I live in Arizona, where we never change our clocks except on the Navajo Nation), so I'm not sure when spring officially began for the rest of the country. It officially began for me yesterday, when the formerly bare branches of the mesquite trees along the fence where I park at work suddenly sported feathery, lime green leaves. This morning they had already transformed into the deep green leaves of summer.
No comments:
Post a Comment