Under a rising sun, an abundance of flora fills a desert landscape.
Early Morning
Northern Mexico
Three Weeks in Ten Years
Effervescent
Abundance
. . .
We wait, patient, under the scorching sun.
We wait to flower, to be our best.
We wait for friends to take our gifts of pollen, fruit, scent and seed, who share them far and wide.
We wait to be ourselves,
Fulfilled,
For rain and shine,
For this our day we wait,
For voice and colour full,
For this our rare and happy time.