Life Springs Eternal – New Life in the Presence of Death — Image by kenne
— kenne
Spring In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne
The Creosote bush is a plant of extremes: it is a widely used medicinal plant; it is the most drought tolerant
perennial in North America, and it may be the oldest living plant.
Creosote (Larrea tridentata), also known as greasewood, is the most common shrub in three of the four north American deserts.
It is too cold in the Great Basin Desert of Nevada, but it thrives in the Mojave, Sonoran, and Chihuahuan deserts.
Creosote is an evergreen shrub, commonly up to six feet tall or taller, that has tiny green leaves, yellow flowers,
and grey-fuzzy fruit. It flowers several times a year depending on rainfall. — Source: Arizona Daily Independent
New Mexico Groundsel — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Spring
— Samantha Reynolds
(NY Times readers were invited to share an original poem
of about 15 words on the theme of renewal. This was on of them.)
Bees On A Thistle — Image by kenne
Spring
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Spring Wildflowers in the Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne
— kenne
Desert Spiny Lizard — Image by kenne
We have been experiencing some warmer spring weather here in the desert,
so more lizards are on the move
— kenne
Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne
Don’t lose hope
spring is on its way
look, and you will see
the signs everywhere.
— kenne
Picacho Peak State Park In The Spring — Image by kenne
— William Carlos Williams
Desert Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Spring Morning
O day—if I could cup my hands and drink of you,
And make this shining wonder be
A part of me!
O day! O day!
You lift and sway your colors on the sky
Till I am crushed with beauty. Why is there
More of reeling sunlit air
Than I can breathe? Why is there sound
In silence? Why is a singing wound
About each hour?
And perfume when there is no flower?
O day! O Day! How may I press
Nearer to loveliness?
— Marion Strobel
“Spring” — Photo Artistry by kenne
— D. H. Lawrence
“Aging in the Spring: — Image by kenne
— kenne
This time of year Tanuri Ridge is brightened with yellow Palo Verde blossoms under beautiful spring skies. This posting first appeared April 2014 with the poem, “Our Neighborhood — Trying to Reason,” which includes the line “pools of sorrow waves of joy” from the Beatles song, “Across the Universe.”
“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
OUR NEIGHBORHOOD — TRYING TO REASON
We traverse these streets,
sometimes early in the morning,
sometimes late in the day,
sometimes walking,
sometimes running —
always for a reason.
We wave at passersby,
sometimes we greet them,
sometimes it’s just a smile
sometimes we stop and talk,
sometimes walking together,
always for a reason.
We have neighborly expectations,
sometimes it’s watering plants,
sometimes it’s calling the ill,
sometimes it’s being complimentary,
sometimes it’s being watchful,
always for a reason.
We can be a convivial people,
sometimes we go out together,
sometimes we party together,
sometimes we join clubs together,
sometimes we share community work,
always for a reason.
We can be adversaries,
sometimes our expectations are not real,
sometimes we overreact,
sometimes we take reactions personally,
sometimes power is polarized, frustration generalized,
always for a reason.
We can be Pleasantville,
sometimes we are without color,
sometimes we are in pools of sorrow,
sometimes we are in waves of joy,
sometimes drifting through my open mind,
always for a reason.
— kenne
“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne
Blooming Brittlebush — Image by kenne
Bee On Indigo Blossom — Signs of Spring (Tohono Chul, Tucson, AZ, February 24, 2018) by kenne
“I’ll Take My Spring On the Rocks” (Sabino Creek near the dam.) — Image by kenne
