It’s spring again. Our ocotillo is in bloom from a spring rain and looks like a glorious firecracker against the sky. As the quarantine walls seem to close in on us in Phoenix, we are fortunate to be able to drive to our mountain cabin in Payson. The drive is a special treat. The scenery is breathtakingly full of mountains and valleys as we eventually make the climb to 6,000 feet.
The Sonoran Desert is always beautiful to this Midwest native. Saguaro cactus, prickly pear and mesquite trees still inspire awe. In the spring, we are treated to the fresh wildflower colors of gold poppies, purple lupines and hot pink pernstemons along the road. The color is bittersweet knowing the bigger the display, the higher the risk of wildfires come the dry hot month of June.
That’s the trouble with being an adult, I guess. One knows too much. Why can’t I just enjoy the beautiful flowers without worrying about the fires to come? How many other times in life do we refrain from enjoying something fully because of what might happen?
When I arrived at my cabin, I was treated to a beautiful display of daffodils. It was hard not to think about how challenging it was to get them in the ground. I vowed to let it go– to simply enjoy the wonder of their beauty and I succeeded. But it only lasted long enough until I started thinking about how nice it would be to plant some more. Sometimes the adult in me needs to shut up and sometimes it serves as a much-needed warning. The trick is to know when to let go and when to hold on to it. Enough is good enough.