It rained thirty-six hours ago. It’s easy for little B to talk me into excursions outside under these conditions, at 5 am, first thing after breakfast, midday. We scan for fall rain lilies, wander far and claim the clouds’ soft noon embrace. There are tracks galore in thanks to the beautiful mud. Today we harvested prickly pears, and spent enough time down low to spot leaves and buds poking up from the renewed ground, just an inch high. We’ll check back often to see what they are.
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