Posted by Rebecca
One of the things that I love so much about living in the desert is the opportunity to enjoy a single blossom.
I have friends in Vancouver and the San Francisco Bay Area and the northeast, where there is plenty of moisture. There, where it is lush and green all the time, there is a plethora of flowers, trees, and bushes, heavy with blooms, blossoms, and petals. And it is beautiful!
Here in Northern Nevada, though, there are vast expanses with nothing more than sage and rabbit brush, juniper and fir trees. The hills surrounding our basin are either white in the winter or brown in the summer. But I love it!
Many people can’t see the beauty of the desert at first glance, but I entreat you – look again.
Remember those black and white photos that were popular a while ago, that have color in just one spot? Usually blue eyes, or a red rose, or a colorful bouquet. Well, to me that is how a flower looks in the desert. Surrounded by browns and earthy greens, a single blossom is eye-catching. Breathtaking. The pinks and reds and yellows and blues jump right out, and I can’t look away. It stops me in my tracks. I see the flower in a way that I have never seen it before – more vibrant than ever and full of detail, and it is mesmerizing.
I know it is often said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but that beauty can be made new, enhanced and invigorated by a colorless backdrop; beautiful in a way that any beholder would see.
Here is the color in the desert that I have been enjoying and watching develop this week.