Cooper and I embark onto Llano Estacado trails by nine in the morning. It’s a typical high plains 50-degree spring day with blue skies, popcorn clouds and blustery 30-40 mph breezes laden with the aroma of distant dairy cows. Yet, the air is surprisingly dust free. Yesterday’s 60+ mph gales have moved loose soils, trash, and anything else not tied down into southern New Mexico.
Despite the harsh weather conditions, life on the Southern Great Plains will not be contained. The unchained melody of spring rings louder with every passing day. The first Scarlet Gaura of the season defiantly waves its delicate flowers in the maelstrom. Fragile Plains Yucca shoots move mountains of hardpan to escape the shackles of their earthly womb. Plains Prickly Pear buds in their spiny cradles reach for the warmth of the spring sun.
© Ilija Lukić 2011
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