Spring is springing.. the ocotillos are trying to bloom, sparse green leaves are starting to appear. Buds on the prickly pear, and the mesquite trees are turning green.
However for me, it's the wild flowers that signal spring. Not the garden flowers.. the wild flowers!
My mother was born and raised in Indiana, then moved out here several years before I was born. I remember as a little girl, my mother Oooooing and awwwing over the desert wildflowers. These were her favorite. This time of year, Mom, I always think of you, but your always in my heart. I miss you!