Pat and I rode looking for cattle on the higher mesas that earlier in the year had fair moisture. Prickly pear in their diverse species were coming already to be encrusted with small buds, which promises a real flower show not long from now. Down Mason’s way, there seems none of this and rather, the plants are shriveling. Cactus, even cactus, need water but we, however, are enjoying exceedingly this cloudless warm and beautiful day of Sonoran spring.

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