We found this young arm with two split open fruits on an early morning bike ride of the loop road in Saguaro National Park East unit. As you see in the second photo, ants and one huge horsefly were already working away at the wonderful stuff, but the doves, bats, and almost every other flying thing of the desert, hadn’t found this bounty. The only reason the doves and bats, in particular, don’t get all the saguaro fruit, is that there is so much of it.
New England, for example: I grew up in the East, and yet the New England of my dreams came from calendar photos and Robert Frost poems. The poems were written in the 1910’s and 1930’s when New England was an agrarian society where people mostly made their living from the land. They built fences of stone and carved meadows and fields out of the forest, ground grain with water power, plowed and timbered with horses. They built covered bridges, not from a sense aesthetic, but for the practical reasons of climate.
The Precipice trail is great! It’s not really that hard if you’re fit and not averse to a little exposure. The hike takes maybe an hour up and half-hour down. The views are fantastic, at least as good or better than the drive (or cycle as we did) to the top of Cadillac Mountain.
When I made this image, I wondered why it touched me. Janee’s most recent post told me. They are in the late stages of a heroic battle with Michael’s brain tumor. Now the time has come to settle in for sundown. Too soon one chair will be empty.