We got to stay a couple of days in the heat of the desert. After a rather rough year, this time warmed me, baking out the stress. We relaxed. I spent hours on our little balcony reading. My own tiny oasis.
These flowers and palms are remarkable because they grow on the edge of the rocky hills. Around where I live, I can see plenty of blooms and trees, but in Palm Desert, it’s as if every plant is a wonder just because it’s surviving.
Sometimes we travel through those hard, barren times. It’s easy to get discouraged. The pines-to-palms road reminded me that refreshing days can be so close. Maybe just down a few more winding turns in the road.