The desert soil is barren save the few plants that can survive months without water, scorching heat, blistering winds, and bitter cold. The ground is hard, rocky, sandy and bleached white, lacking the mulch and organic debris that enriches most soil. Cactus lives all year on the few rain storms that come through the desert landscape. And then Spring comes along.
Every year in the spring an almost rebellious display happens on the desert floor. One day nothing but scrub, dirt and tiny weeds, then over night the blooms pop into action as if to say "Hey! Over here! Look at me! I survived and I'm beautiful!"
The flowers come in all types, colours, textures and sizes and every single year they remind me that miracles happen, things that don't make sense come around, impossible acts occur. After the heat, after the freeze, after the wind, out alone in the wilderness without human assistance, Nature instructs the smallest of weeds to produce colourful flowers, the tallest of trees hold onto their amazing blooms, for every bland desert plant to show off for a few weeks.