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.....men.....  In the distance you could see the purple mountains as the sun moved, lit the base, struggled to rise to the skies. The saguaro had bloomed this week, pink muhly, Indian fig, agave. The land as lush as one would see it before the summer heat beat it back to dried grasses, sturdy succulents and sand. The truck pulled alongside his flatbed, He was leaning on the hood, eyes on the horizon, didn’t move, not an inch. A so thickly furred it looked to be close to dying in this heat, tongue out, jumped from the truck and came to sit at his feet. The Man following him was tall, lean, sporting a farmer’s tan, in no hurry. Hsi hair was soaked with sweat. They took a steady account. “You Cal’s ?” A nod confirmed the assumption which given the fact that only two men stood within 20 miles of the spot was a safe bet. He pulled the tarp off. The men lifted the box from one truck to the other. “Cal was a of a bitch” A nod sufficed. The jumped up with the box, settled. The men drove off in different directions. By the time the truck crossed state lines, the sun was down, the air had cooled. The Mountain Man opened the basket she had packed for him and the dog. They sat under a tree that had branches not needles, the man’s hand in the dog’s ruff, the steady and calm. Another day, they’d be home. This time when they loaded, the rode shotgun, his face out the window, drinking in the wind. They stopped to kip for some hours but both wanted home. It was past witching hour when they saw the lights. The pushed out the window, running the mile or so left, his legs needing to move, his bark giving voice to their return. By the time the truck caught up, she stood on the porch, her hair undone, with hot coffee in her hand. His body unwound. His mind let it all go. He stepped up in two, found his hands sifting curls, coffee forgotten. “Well?” He just looked at her, no idea what she meant. “What was it?” “Oh, a box” “A box?” “Yup” “What’s in it?” “I don’t know, I didn’t open it.” She laughed, pulling him inside…. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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this is a picture someone sent me - I think of the dessert as more barren which is why I started the post. it then, of course, went somewhere else. but doesn't this look much more full and rich than a dessert does in your mind?? You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Beautiful place
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I loved that! .  The guy sounds like the guy that found the money in No Country For Old Men. . A real cool character. And his relationship with his wife sounds like them, too. He's the boss... but she doesn't take any shit from him. I don't think he's going to tell her... And she'll be OK with that. Nice... REAL nice! . . 
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It's not a harsh enough environment,sadly.Natural disasters the likes of hurricanes,tornadoes,flooding,earthquakes and nor-easters are taking their toll on it's beauty every year.The cadre of giants that only grow an inch a year and the ranges they guard over are slowly being decimated. As a true Arizonan all I can ask is that you spread the word wherever and when ever possible."Arizona? Don't you mean Arid zona.Nice place to visit. The hell if I'd ever want to live there!" Nice novella!Beautifully written.The attention to detail introducing it's characters draws one in as if we were right there.The subject line so poignantly addresses my plea! Thank You! Using more than all the road!
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nice photo
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I can see that happening, not looking or asking about what is in the box.  Deserts are actually pretty varied but I know what you mean. TV and movies have conditioned us to expect barren sandy landscapes. Much of the land West of the Mississippi is semi arid land and receives very little precipitation compared to the amount of water that is used. The Ogallala aquifer is being depleted in some areas at a rate much faster then the recovery rate. Will we end up with the return of the dust bowl times? Vive La Difference
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The scenery and landscapes of the USA are so different to those, that we here in Europe are used to! I would love to visit  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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Lovely beautiful pictures hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I liked the Sonoran Desert. It's a lot more diverse than I expected. I first got there in a wet spring and the desert was in bloom. It's gorgeous! I think it bred some tough characters too, men of few words. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I can't resist opening an unopened box!  Your writing is sublime.
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Once upon a time, I was in a box!  agave.......best tequila they say!
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A desert? This looks like the jungle, compared with what was in my mind, for a desert. Just sand dunes, and wind! And no trucks or boxes, maybe a bedouin. Nicely told!
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I can imagine leaning on the side of my truck, taking in this view for a long time. I would love to have that be the view from my patio. A lot of mystery to contemplate in that saguaro forest.
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