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February 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

“In the Spring, say late February on into April, providing the preceding  months have been rainy, the desert will be carpeted with wild flowers, the small, yellow, delicate bladderwood appearing first, followed by lupine, gold-poppies, desert marigold, paperflowers and desert verbena.  The cacti however, don’t reach their peak until late April or May.  Then it is the small, compact, perennial shrubs like the zinnia and the brittlebush are covered with white or yellow blossoms and that the palo verde seem dipped in sunshine, turning the foothills to billowing gold.  The catclaw hides its thorns behind fuzzy caterpillar blooms, and the desertwillow is covered with fragile, pale lavender trumpet flowers.” – Ann Woodin

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Spring Mountains National Recreation Area

Spring Mountains National Recreation Area

http://www.fs.usda.gov/main/htnf/home

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“In April the mesquite fling wide their branches and are covered with new downy leaves.  They, along with the catclaw, are the last of the trees to succumb to the sweet disorder of Spring – no elegant quattrocento Spring as Bottecelli painted it, but an urgent one, which knows its time is brief.” –  Ann Woodin

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hedgehog cactus

hedgehog cactus

http://theazuregate.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-more-desert-flowers.html

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“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” – Anne Bradstreet

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Pink Desert four o'clock flowers and the yellow blooms of Snakeweed(?) pick up the sunset glow nicely

Pink Desert four o’clock flowers and the yellow blooms of Snakeweed(?) pick up the sunset glow nicely

http://mojave2010.drycyclist.com/woods-wash/4829-woods-wash-road.jpg.html

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“He smelled cold water and cold intrepid green. Those early flowers smelled like cold water. Their fragrance was not the still perfume of high summer; it was the smell of cold, raw green.”  – P. Harding

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brittlebush

brittlebush

http://www.westfield.ma.edu/personalpages/draker/edcom/final/webprojects/sp11/triparoundworld/Desert.html

 

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“The weather here is windy, balmy, sometimes wet. Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement – mating season. And lots of fresh rabbit meat hopping about to feed the young ones with.”  – Edward Abbey

 

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Desert Willow flowers

Desert Willow flowers

http://etc.usf.edu/clippix/picture/desert-willow-flowers.html

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““Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again”  – Elyne Mitchell

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Mesquite tree

Mesquite tree

http://www.buffalo-lumber.com/partners/mesquite-flooring.htm
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“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.”  – Willa Cather

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Inti Nan cactus flowers

Inti Nan cactus flowers

http://www.swerdloff.us/Quito+equator/pages/Quito%20-%20Inti%20Nan%20cactus%20flowers_jpg.htm

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“She walks in the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water–
She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.”  – Vita Sackville-West

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