Well, I turned 40 yesterday and so far, no existential crisis is appearing on the horizon. On the contrary, things are terrific, and life is amazing. When I was a kid in the 70s, I used to hear people talk about “mid-life crisis” like it was a form of menopause or cancer. Turns out that maybe being suspicious of the stupidity of adults to glom on to every idiotic, fearmongering bit of nonsense that could justify their anxiety was insightful. Guess I’ll have to see how the next decade rolls out.

This reminds me of the thistle we saw at the ocean last year. Click here to visit that trip.

Can you tell from the lush green colors that we’ve had some spring rains? Trust me, this is lush for the Arizona desert.

We are heading in the general direction of Tucson, following the road for as long as the wildflowers pull us forward.

What’s not to love about these explosions of color? Makes me wonder about how one cultivates that sense of reemergence and new growth as the seasons unfold. Every month should be springtime in our heads, and every day another Saturday.