Suffering from reentry blahs. Though the "to do" list is large, the will is weak.
So, to preceed the day's work, I took a windy walk down one of the neighborhood's caliche roads. This hillside of sotol caught my attention -- and provided a walking stick for the steep parts of the climb. Growing fluently on the rock, spread, no doubt, from one survivor, now we have a whole family of graceful attendants. I love this Chihuahan desert plant with its symmetry and spiny leaves, its perfect stalks, its adaptation to its world. Sometimes a walk is just what it takes.