The desert is blooming. Not hyacinths, iris or lilies for Easter, but exotic cactus flowers looking out-of-place amid snarly-looking spines. The pink flowers give grace to a beavertail cactus while the green are attached to an untidy spreading heap of (I assume) some variety of cholla--the kind with barbs that like to reach out and touch someone. This mess, in a circle of stones, was planted in one of the campsites by someone who has since regretted it, I'm sure. But even in such a patch, God shows us beauty. The tall stalks, appearing dead, are part of an ocotillo. But there are lipstick red flowers at the end of each. In the desert we are ready for the Easter celebration of Christ's resurrection.
