The only trees on my land, that I know of, are Junipers and you see them in the foreground here.
The landscape is dry, the ground is sand and small rocks with dry weeds in the winter.
This is how I fell in love with the high desert:
The day we moved up here, we took the cat with us and left our four dogs in our Los Angeles house, planning to drive down and bring them up the next day, after we returned the moving van.
In the middle of the night, I couldn't stand thinking about how worried they must be, big boxes being moved out of their home all day long, but all four of them left behind.
So I got up and drove about 100 miles to Los Angeles, spent a couple of hours with the dogs, then drove back. (Oh, the things you could do when you were only 66 years old!)
At one point, the road went uphill and when I reached the top of the hill, the Mojave desert stretched out in front of me.
And just at that moment, the sun rose and spread a pink and gold light over the dry desert earth.
It was a magnificent moment, one of the most memorable nature moments of my life.
I fell in love with the high desert country that morning and that has never changed.
NB
For those of you, not familiar with the high deserts, they are not all sand, many trees and bushes grow there, including:
Yucca trees, California junipers, Joshua trees, creosote and brittle bush.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful memory to have - and to be so clear that the decision was the right one for you! YAM xx
Glorious memory!
ReplyDeleteyou are so right about how wonderful it was at 66 to be able to do easily what we can't do now. it is great you have this beautiful memory of the desert. the poor dogs needed you and you went.
ReplyDeleteI can almost see it with your description. I would love to see the trees in the desert