The Ol’ Guajolote came flowing out of the mountains down to the grassland and Petey found himself tumbling downstream with his dog Farley. A fallen Emory oak across the creek saved the day and the now recovered Petey says there is a cool plant growing in that stream bed.
I think what I love most about finding all the relics of the past, from old ranch trash, old military cartridge brass, to ancient...
It took a visiting niece to get Petey back out into the Sonoran desert and remind him that the desert is beautiful.
I wrote this song about Lycium fremontii when I was managing the native plant nursery of Desert Survivors on West Starr Pass in Tucson....
