I notice how much wild growth we had in our yard. That same kind of growth, grasses and brush, would have happened all over the state. Now that growth is dry and acts like a fire tinder. The smallest spark can set it off. I heard that 603,000 acres have burned in New Mexico wildfires just since the beginning of 2011.
This land needs some rain. Yesterday my coworkers and I were discussing the things everyone is doing to call the rain. One gal mentioned washing her car. I chimed in with how I washed my windows. Someone else said the catholics took the saints out and paraded them around the village. And there is a pow-wow planned soon over at the one of the nearby pueblos.
It is nice to look at these photos of cactus dripping with moisture. Such a nicer thing to put into my mind then what I've been worrying about lately. I'm also a heart shaped collector of images, rocks, and etc....what can I say but this photo just does it for me.
I thought it won't hurt to put up some images of rain reflections. To remind myself rain does and will come here again.
My happy laughing frog will once again hold rain drops. Until then, I'm keeping the faith.