In September, the prickly pears were loaded with fruit and the desert
goats were capering with joy.
A giant saguaro stretched toward the cloud-speckled sky.
Down on the ground, ants struggled to haul a mesquite bean back to their
anthill. Cooperation is everything.
The barrel cactus were blooming. Maybe this petroglyph spiral
was carved in September too.
This petroglyph was my own find. I had a tip from a ranger about
where to look along the walls of a wash. But how did this cactus
know just where to grow?
