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Winter Call of Sonoran Desert

Winter Call of Sonoran Desert

Winter Call of Sonoran Desert

Native to the Sonoran Desert, but now living in the Arizona highlands pinyon-juniper habitat, in winter I yearn for desert landscapes.

Desert’s hard edge of the summer sun and heat soften in winter. Sparse gravelly ground becomes a pallet of dramatic long shadow etchings. My sense of smell is stimulated by the sharp, clean smell of desert gravelly soil and aromatic plants who release their oils in the winter moisture.  The throaty long calls of the cactus wren and soothing contented cuckle murmers of the quail take me deeper into a reverie with the rhythm of the desert.

How I love the gambel’s quail (this one is a male), a familiar friend in the Sedona area too.

Paradoxically these prickly, spikey sere plantscapes are dense with the life-filled presence of wintering birds. As I slow down and focus on details of the surprising variety of plant life, the abundance of life in this harsh aridity comes into stark relief. I hone my appreciation.

For a few timeless moments, there is no time. I am simply here now in soloquie with life expressed as Desert. And emotions which had been percolating beneath the surface, unrecognized, flowed and find release here is the sharp relief of the winter desert.

An inner peace walks with me as I meander out of the garden.

Palo Verdes not yet in leaf make shapely shadow patterns in this tranquil desert setting.

First published 2013, updated Jan. 14, 2017