Over the past week Papa has worked in our yard. We had dinner with our friends, Ornella and Donato, celebrating both our returns to Tucson. We went to Nogales, Sonora on Wednesday, to the dentist for a regular cleaning. I had my hair trimmed on Thursday. We had neighbors Sheila and Joe for dinner on Friday. Every day, I go for walks in the desert, from our house. I never tire of seeing the mountains covered with saguaros.
“The saguaro is native to the Sonoran Desert in Arizona, the Mexican state of Sonora, and a small area of Southern California. Saguaro typically grow at elevations ranging from sea level to 4500’. In 1933, Saguaro National Park the east and west sides of Tucson, was designated to help protect the species and its habitat. Saguaros lifespan often exceeds 150 years. A saguaro can absorb and store considerable amounts of rainwater, visibly expanding in the process, while slowly using the stored water as needed. Saguaros have been a source of food and shelter for humans for thousands of years. Their red fleshed fruits are turned into syrup by native peoples. The saguaro is a common image in Mexican and Arizonan culture, and in cowboy films.” The mountains on all four sides of Tucson are covered with saguaros.”https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saguaro#Ecology
I took these photos on my hike this morning.
I took this one last evening on a short walk before sunset. I am the shadow in the sand.
