Some plants bloom only once every few years in the desert, when odd drops of rain fall. We got to see this on our way across Texas. I'd feared the trip - we'd planned to drive at night and avoid the stifiling heat, but our schedules didn't work out that way. We left Austin at about 10 am, headed for El Paso.
I woke up this morning, not to the sound of an alarm clock, nor the doom-and gloom of NPR, but to waves crashing over the shore. I could get used to this.