Yesterday a comforting blanket of clouds drifts across the endless blue horizons, but refuses to release much-awaited precipitation. Cane Cholla held jealously by Mother Earth reach desperately into the moist breath of Father Sky asking for liquid sustenance...to no avail.
At surface level the struggle for survival intensifies. The flora must endure on the promise of rain. Only pockets of prairie wildflowers in long-dry vernal pool depressions show signs of what could be. The rest of the prairie waits for May rains to quench the thirsty land.
|Cane Cholla Skyline|