We just came home from Arizona, stepping off the plane into drizzly rainy 55º Vermont.
The desert was alive with intense color; flowering cacti, overflowing oleander, amazing delicate fairydusters.
We took a hike further up in the Catalina Mountains, attempting somewhat successfully to escape the heat. The forests had burned several years ago and the evidence remains - charred trunks and witchy looking blackened branches reaching into the crazy blue sky. The new growth is coming, ferns uncurling across the forest floor. Those colors are real, no enhancement necessary. Just looking at it makes me a little warmer.