Friday, March 2, 2012

First Spring in the Sonoran Desert

Notice I said "first", that is because this is only the first wave of Spring flowers, more are on their way.

I went wandering in the desert not following any human path, but rather the path of wildlife and my own inner urgings.

Here is a view near the beginning of my wanderings.



Below is the first open Lupine flower I saw (Coulter's Lupine - Lupinus sparsiflorus). Now, a few weeks later, there are fields of Lupine, but this first view of an open flower is my favorite. Lupine is a poisonous plant, especially the seeds...I like knowing this kind of information. While I walked I snacked on wild greens...not including Lupine.



The next flower is a new one for me. I have seen the plants but never the flowers. I smelled them long before I saw any flowers. They smell sweet with a hint of a vanilla fragrance. Rose Bladderpod (Lesquirella purpurea) is a beautiful perennial flower, and now my favorite white wildflower. This plant is one of the many flowering mustards, and was so beautiful I couldn't get myself to taste the leaves, which I normally do when seeing mustard plants. I love the spicy taste of mustard leaves, but I only ate the more common mustards during my walk.
I let the mustard plants grow in my garden and eat lots of them, they taste delicious in soup or on a salad. Most people call them weeds and pull them up. I eat them instead, leaving the flowers to turn into seeds for next year's crop.



I love Penstemon flowers and always have a special place in my heart full of memories for Penstemons. This specific Penstemon is special because I rarely see them out in the desert. Usually I see Parry's Penstemon with pink flowers, but this time I found one small area full of Penstemon subulatus. A common name for this flower is Arizona Scarlet-bugler or Hackberry Beardtongue, but I call it by it's botanical name, as I do for all the Penstemons. This one is a hummingbird favorite and I have one growing in my garden but it isn't as beautiful as this. The background thorny Ocotillo makes this a perfect place to live for a Penstemon.



Desert Ferns are fascinating to me. I love finding them and hope someday to photograph all of them. Here is Spiny Cliff Brake (Pellaea truncata). Ferns are wonderful for cleaning polluted soil and air, this is why they make great houseplants. I wonder if I could grow a desert fern in my house...a wonderful idea that I thought of while typing this. Ferns absorb arsenic from the soil and are useful in healing toxic soil. Young fern fronds, called Fiddleheads (I love that name!) are edible, too. I suppose that one must be careful not to eat ferns that grow in toxic soil since they absorb heavy metals. I don't know if this specific fern is edible though. I think ferns are great for nutrition but should be eaten in small quantities due to their high mineral content. I'm hungry now...steamed Fiddleheads, mmmm, but not this one, must look for proper curled Fiddleheads.


The giants of the desert (Saguaro Cactus) always look great in a photograph...I like looking up at them best for photographs.

Another beautiful mustard flower that I saw in flower for the first time. I love the delicate little flower stem with white flowers that turn to purple as they fade. I didn't taste this mustard either, not common enough for tasting. Below is Stiffarm Rock Cress (Arabis perennans). I am hoping to go back and collect a few seeds to spread in my garden. Mustard seeds are tiny and most mustards make lots of seeds. I may at least go back and help the seeds find good places to grow, even if I don't bring any back to my garden.



When I arrived at the top of a hill, I looked back to the place where I live. My house is just out of view of this photo. It takes my breath away. I feel lucky to live here.


The clouds thickened as I walked, and all the Mexican Gold Poppies closed. I took a photo of one and found it inspirational.


Single gold Poppy
closing because of the clouds
Where is the sunshine?
~
The desert is covered with a green carpet right now, and the cactus spines shine like a cactus-aura when the sun is low in the sky. Almost everything has thorns of course.



I can't resist the Fairy Duster flowers, it is like a pure desert smile.



I enjoyed seeing these two Saguaro locked so closely in an embrace that they appear as one cactus. A reminder to embrace the beauty that we see around us, whatever that may be. These giant cactus are one of the best teachers here in the Sonoran Desert.



I saw a strange Barrel Cactus, with five tops, like a five headed monster. This means five times the cactus fruit, a feast for the birds. I saw signs of a cactus fruit feast all around this cactus. This one area is like an entire world. I felt myself fill with love for this place when I stood beside this thorny desert being.




Everywhere I go, I carry the desert with me...not just this perfect (to me) desert called the Sonoran Desert, but also my childhood desert, the Red Sandstone deserts in the north. Today, my head is full of flowers and thorns, it is a perfect combination.

Flowers and thorns, life is best when I have them both.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Break the Chains - A poem


Painting by Mike Worrall


















Break the Chains

On a pedestal
barefoot
captured in a maze
goddess sits with eyes closed
deep healing sounds of the cello soar
nature lies beyond this entrapment

lost in the turnings
trapped souls lost
search for meaning

she sings
listen

in the song are secrets
needed for escape
from these boundaries

hear her song
liberation
freedom
breaking civilization's chains


Copywrite DesertDreamer

Monday, December 19, 2011

This is My Planet Too - A Poem


An image I created based on a photo of my shadow.




















This is My Planet Too
Poem based on an Interview with Derrick Jensen.


Impending collapse
car culture running out of oil
nowhere to retreat
living in an abstract society
few have real life skills
are we doomed?

Collective denial
environmental crisis
on the news we hear instead
latest fashion
celebrity gossip
corporations control the planet
and you want to talk about sports?

Culture based on destroying the land
culture based on using up non renewable resources
culture based on a lie
the earth is a finite place
a life based on infinite resources cannot last
and you sit here watching a "reality" show
did you learn about reality?

The system is rigged against those who love the land
against those who care about future life
when environmentalists use an existing law to stop the destruction
the laws are changed by those in power
what meaning are laws if they are changed when convenient?

we live in a destructive culture
we live in a blind culture
to quiet us they feed us bright green lies
telling us solar panels and windmills
will bring relief to the environmental crisis
Did you see the open pit mine?

We will need more of those pits in order to build the structures
blow up all the mountains to sake your thirst for power
is that better than a polluted sky?
do you like the world better without its surface beauty?
do you like the taste of contaminated water?

If you lived on your own planet I wouldn't care
but this is my planet, too
there are trees, bees, butterflies
flowers, birds, elephants
do all the living things need to sacrifice their home
so you can turn on your lights?

We have to stop killing the planet
We have to find another way to live
or we won't be living at all.



Copyright Desert Dreamer

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Earth Maiden - A Poem

 Image based on the Norse mythical eight legged horse named Sleipnir.
















Giant earth maiden
black hair twisted into braids
rusty double-edged sword
her skill unsurpassed

When she rode on the back of
an unusual eight legged steed *
we heard melodic thunder
saw clouds of a purple hue

when she ends her long ride
rain falls from a brilliant blue sky
clouds dance with a life of their own
accepting her natural ability
her art a mirror of the world

I have a sincere feeling
her technique of calling down the rain
is not appreciated

Twisted judgment
name her sorceress and witch in private
fake withering society
label our experience
trite Lilliputian hallucination
offer drugs to end enlightened visions

I saw a perceptive lavender sky
wistfully saying goodbye
axiomatic in her presence
she brings the rain

I see her lopsided smile
as she greets two ravens
who flap their wings overhead
uttering gnomic pronouncements
words that communicate disaster
With her departure
the land will become dry
no longer will we see
her unprompted show of strength
abstract dance of thunder and rain

I heard people jeering
mocking her style
incomprehensibilities of modern society
flipping coins instead of admiring reality
designing unending throwaway products
creating gadgets with flip-flop technology
thoughtlessly glib
spouting insults
to those who live in balance with nature
calling them fallacious and evil

With forbearance
she rides away



© 2011 Desert Dreamer

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Wrong Awakening - A poem











Wrong Awakening

Tower reflect human spirits

As objects
Trees crowded out
By buildings
Human minds connected
To machines

Metamorphosis of meaning
Dissolution of spirit
Death
Disintegration
Metropolis of decay

Trapped within their own creations
Even in sleep she cries out for release

Bright clouds bring hope for your escape
Concrete cracked by unseen armies
Roots of trees patiently strangle
Machines that were wrongly awakened
Freedom arrives slowly


© 2011 Desert Dreamer





Poem inspired by the artwork shown titled "Wrong Awakening" by Peter Gric.




Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Sunrise


Illuminate
inner
awareness


 


© 2011 Desert Dreamer




Monday, July 25, 2011

Heart of the Earth



Heart of the tortoise
caged breath
the earth still breathes




© 2011 Desert Dreamer