Like many of us here in the Grand Canyon State, I’m not a native. But, I’ve slowly learned to love living in the desert. When you get past the dirt and dust you see that it has a beauty all its own.
The saguaro cacti that grace this landscape are truly majestic. It may not have the stature of the redwood, nor the broadness of the oak, but the saguaro has a certain simplicity that I find beautiful. The fact that they don’t growing arms until they are over 50-75 years old only makes them that much more intriguing. When I look at this saguaro in our neighbor’s backyard, with such young arms, I think about how it will outlive us and see future generations here. What was it like here when it was just a small sapling breaking through the rocky desert dirt? What will it be like here when it is old and rotted and leaning?