“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” John Muir
Back when I was a recalcitrant teenager living in southern California – I was angry having had to move in the middle of my Junior year from the lush, green and mountainous terrain of Washington to the brown…very brown valley of Temecula – I held a hatred of all things desert in my heart and mind. All I saw was varying shades of brown. In the mind’s eye of my teenage self, brown was a shade of evil and annoyance. I did not see the amazing shades that could be cast across those browns and tans and reds by a rising or setting sun. I did not see the power of the desert or the power of Mother Nature in a desert storm; in the survival of plant and animal life in something seemingly barren. Oh, yes. I was the angsty teenager who failed to see the beauty of the universe. Well, Universe, thank you for proving just how wrong that snotty teen was.