Death Valley, straddling California and Nevada, blooms a little every spring. But when conditions are right, including well-spaced rainfall and low winds, the desert becomes carpeted with wildflowers. This year the conditions were just right. Rains were gentle and penetrated deeply into the soil to germinate dormant seeds. The ground warmed slowly, allowing roots to develop. A moist, El Niño weather pattern kept the flowers watered as they grew. Blooms start in the valleys and work their way up to the tops of the mountains through the spring and early summer. It was February when I was there, so the blooms were at lower elevations, actually, sea level and below, but they were creeping up the hillsides.
To really appreciate the thickness of the flowers, it was good to get low to the ground. From higher up, they looked sparser, but one has to remember that this is a desert, and it’s covered in rock, so they will not be able to grow thick like in soil, they are space out by rocks. Some people didn’t ‘get’ this, and complained that it wasn’t that great.
How can anyone say this isn’t truly, incredibly, simply, beautiful!
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I was stalled in Death Valley for ten-days, but I have no complaints. I grew a new appreciation for the desert during that period of time, and felt very lucky to have witnessed a rare and beautiful occasion.
Sometimes we have to just let the journey, or the dance of life, carry us along as it pleases and accept the gift it gives us. Everything that happens in life is a lesson, and we are never too old to learn something new. Forget that old saying “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” because we humans have the capacity to learn and change regardless of our age, open your mind…I promise you, it won’t fall out.
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Until next time…remember to seek out new horizons.
Roxy ~ A Nomad for Nature