The desert at De Anza is different from this in northern Arizona.
I owned property out of Ocotillo, Calif, one of my property lines was the De Anza Borrego State Park, LOL, we used it for weekends when we lived in San Diego, in the 1960’s.
About 1968, that desert was like you say, you could not walk with out stepping on a plant.
Some were 3 inches high and had daisy like flowers on them, a solid carpet of them, I pressed a bunch for craft work and root and all they were less than 6 inches.
But the desert is like than only every 20 or 30 years.
The amazing thing is that the roots and seeds lie there dormant all those years and then suddenly God says ‘bloom’ and they do.
I have not seen a Humming bird here in years.
I grew up in Otay, south of National City...LOL.
Our worlds are so much smaller than we think they are.
You may live in the most beautiful country in the world, but it snows.
“You may live in the most beautiful country in the world, but it snows.”
*Snow Ice Cream
*Riding my snowmobile
*Riding in the Snow plow and digging neighbors out
*Snowshoeing
*Sledding down the biggest hill you can imagine
*Cross country Skiing
*Downhill Skiing
*Snowboarding
*Snow Angels
*Snowball fights
*Bunny boots (They’re cute!)
*Feeding/watching winter birds against the snow; Cardinals, Chickadees, Blue Jays, etc.
*Building a Snowman
*Easy tracking of prey in the snow (Hunting)
*Hot Chocolate w/ Peppermint Schnaaps
*Appreciating what “warm & dry” REALLY means once you come back into the house!
I LOVE SNOW! :)