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Friday, February 28, 2014

Could the mesquite trees be mistaken this year?



This was the shadow that a mesquite tree in our front yard cast on the stucco wall several days ago in late afternoon.  It looks like a stark winter scene, doesn't it?  But I had a pleasant surprise this week.

Our weather in El Paso has been unseasonably warm, with daytime highs in the 70's. I have been strolling around the yard every few days, dreaming of springtime and making plans for planting season. Several days ago, I was idly examining a mesquite branch that was hanging over our upstairs balcony, when I saw it.- a tiny touch of green on a small branch.  I rushed downstairs and out into the front yard to check the other three mesquite trees.  Yes!  The mesquites were out! Hallelujah!



My husband Wayne and I have a serious bet ($100 from our respective clothes budgets) on whether the budding out of the mesquite trees in late February is significant.  He says that this year the mesquites may have it wrong in predicting the last frost date.  She says that the mesquites have never failed her. When the first bit of green appears on a mesquite branch, I firmly believe that winter is over. 

Over the next few days, I discovered more flora around our house that was willing to risk an early appearance.  There was the yellow cassia in a desert area near the pool.  Two years ago in February, when we were experiencing a severe freeze, the cassia froze to the ground.  Now it was luxuriating in the warm weather and had covered itself in small fragrant yellow blooms.  Another name for the bush is the Golden Shower Tree.  Take a look at this picture and you will see why.



The agarita bushes in the front yard were also awake  Wayne would like to recreate memories of his youth in Del Rio, Texas (down the Rio Grand River from El Paso) by landscaping with plants from that area.  Some plants thrive in our very dry El Paso climate, and some don't, but we have two agarita bushes that are growing in a western exposure with a little extra watering.  The agaritas have gray-green foliage and are prickly to the touch, but they make up for their unfriendliness by producing small extremely sweet smelling yellow flowers. The flowers become tiny red berries that some industrious cooks make into agarita jelly.







The struggling dwarf nectarine tree in our garden was putting on a show with pink blossoms, beloved by small bees. I should cull the small fruit that will appear later on this season, but I hate to destroy anything that dares to grow in our challenging climate. 









My gardening friends are making dire predictions that the brave plants that are putting on new growth will be set back or destroyed by a late frost.  I'll admit that we can have some wild weather in El Paso in March or even early April.  But I put my faith in those little green mesquite leaves.  I may not win the lottery, but I may have an extra C- note to spend on a new spring wardrobe!  

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Viewing life from a train window




Ah, the lure of the rails.  What is it that makes me look forward to sitting and watching the world go by through a train window?  I could sit in the "shotgun" seat in the car while my husband Wayne chauffeurs us through scenic areas.  I could hop on a plane and arrive in a beautiful setting within hours.  Why is train travel so special, I wonder?

Maybe it's the relaxed pace of train travel.  It is so simple.  I show the conductor my ticket, take a seat, and settle back in a comfortable chair with no responsibilities.  The journey takes on a life of its own. A suspension of reality. 

Our family trip to Northern Arizona was planned around train travel (please see previous post "Riding the Rails in Northern Arizona.")  The second ride was on an excursion train, the Verde Canyon Railroad, located in Clarkdale, Arizona. We stayed in the old, historic part of Cottonwood, a town about five miles away, at the very comfortable Tavern Hotel. 

Here was my first view of the train we would be taking into the Verde Canyon.



The twists and turns of the railway provided lots of opportunities for photo ops of the train from different angles.







Meanwhile, we were enjoying the amenities of the coach  - complimentary finger food, beverages, music with a railroad theme and running commentary. 




The turnaround point was an old farmhouse that evoked thoughts of life during a quieter era.




The return trip offered more opportunities to appreciate the mountains, river, rock formations, and wildlife of Verde Canyon.  Someone said they had even spotted a bald eagle.




We arrived at the Clarkdale Station about 5:00 pm, satiated with natural beauty to feed our minds and experiences to remember.

Ah, a leisurely train trip.  There is nothing quite like it.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Riding the Rails in Northern Arizona

A train ride to Arizona.  That's what we needed to combat the winter doldrums.  And why just one train ride?  Why not two?  We contacted family members who are also train buffs and made our travel plans.

We would take Amtrak from El Paso, Texas to Maricopa, Arizona, spend the night at Harrahs Ak-Chin Resort,  rent a car, drive to Cottonwood in Northern Arizona by way of Prescott and Jerome, spend two nights in Cottonwood in order to ride an excursion train, return to Phoenix and fly home, all in four days.  It turned out to be a memorable trip.

As we waited for the westbound Sunset Limited Amtrak (late!) at the Union Depot in El Paso, I had time to soak up the atmosphere of a vintage train station. The depot was quiet on this Tuesday afternoon, but I could imagine the hustle and bustle of an earlier era.

Union Depot, El Paso, Texas


Union Depot is an official state historical site.





Mural in Union Depot depicting history of transportation


Once aboard Amtrak, I settled into that dreamlike trance that riding a train induces in me, and about eight hours later, we were in the land of the saguaro cacti.


Saguaro cacti in front of Harrahs Ak-chin Resort

The saguaro cactus is native to the Sonoran desert.  It is impressive because it is so huge, both in height and width.  Birds make nests for their young in holes in the saguaro.  It flowers in April and produces an edible fruit in late June.  I would love to return to Arizona in the spring to see the saguaros blooming.

Our destination in Northern Arizona
The next phase of the journey was a pleasant drive north to Prescott, Arizona for lunch.  Prescott has a thriving historical district.  The city has 809 buildings on the National Register of Historic Places.  I would have enjoyed staying in Prescott for a day or two to tour some Victorian homes.  Sounds like another trip to Arizona is on my travel list! 

Our next stop was an old mining town, Jerome.  It had been rescued from ghost town status by becoming a tourist destination.  Why is it I can't ever pass up those fudge stores in tourist towns? (The toffee fudge was scrumptious.)
Downtown Jerome AZ
A leisurely drive through some beautiful hills, and we had arrived at the Tavern Hotel in Old Cottonwood, our destination for the next two nights.

Tavern Hotel, Cottonwood AZ


To be continued next week. I took lots of pictures of the ride on the Verde Canyon Railroad on my new iPhone s!