Shapely Clouds and Delicate Flora

This Terlingua Summer season is usually our 'monsoon' season here in the desert. The sunsets have been fewer since alot of evenings the horizon is obscured by clouds. But due to the clouds, sometimes the sunset is even more dramatic because of the sharp shapes of the towering, gigantic cloud shapes that form around the storms that come in. The storms can also be deceiving. We don't always get rain even if the storm appears inevitable. The thunder and the lightening is just as dramatically opposite as the lack of rain.

Terlingua Sunset with dramatic storm clouds as seen from the "Y" (junction of Highway 118 and FM 170)

Walking back from taking in the sunset this evening, I noticed the wonderful warmth of the air as it passed around me. That was one of the reasons I chose to move down to Terlingua.  I passed by some plants at the side of the dirt road that seemed brighter. Perhaps that was because the sun wasn't beating down relentlessly on the ground while appearing to bleach the color from everything it touched.  We have had some considerable rain this season so far and some plants are blooming a second time around. The yellows and blooms just popped out brighter this evening as the light level dropped.

Ain't this the cutest thing? It's a seed pod from the Creosote Bush by our house. Yellow blooms are appearing again.

I have just loved these flowers of the Acacia shrub since the first time I arrived here. They remind me of pom-poms

 The tiny bluish shrub with it's minute trumpet shaped flowers seemed to shine just a little brighter than the disappearing light in the evening. I don't think I've ever noticed the blooms before. I had always assumed it was a Cenizo or Purple Sage plant. It may be a type of sage but most definitely not the sage I had thought it was. Notice the thorns hidden among the leaves of the same color.

The shrub above is the sage looking bush with the thorns and trumpet shaped blooms.

This place never seems to stop amazing me.

Have a great day and remember...the world is what we make it.

Charlton