A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
Please don't wait until afternoon before you take my picture, because I will turn into a limp red dishrag only a few hours after I bloom. I love to show off, but the clock is ticking so get out your camera so you can remember my incredible transient beauty.
Every year I reflect on why the pristine and beautiful white flowers of the saguaro cactus are only privileged to stay with us to illuminate our lives for a few hours and then perish as limp pink dishrags. "The little flower that lasts an hour . . ."
We welcome these pristine white trumpets every year on my neighbor's cactus across the street. These beautiful blossoms last only a few hours, so you must watch carefully for them to bloom. I probably have more than a thousand photos of them from years past but each year it is exciting to see them make their lovely appearance once again to remind us of the beauties of this earth.
My neighbor counted 106 possible yellow blossoms on this gorgeous cactus. He said he would transplant a start of it by my front door this fall so we can have our very own. He is from northern Michigan where all it does is snow.