Flowers in the Agua Verde River.
This post is dedicated to my uncle James Joseph “Jim” Hostetler, called home yesterday at age 74. I thought about him a lot during this morning’s walk. He was at home in nature and with animals, and lived as malice-free as an unsainted human being can do. I enjoyed watching him wryly yet kindly deflate eastern chatterbox “knowledge” with simple statements firmly rooted in truth, even when they were sometimes zinging pretty close to my own unworthy scalp. I smile every time I think of him. My condolences to those who got a dose of him every day; there isn’t a likely replacement.
I’m opening the comments if anyone wants to share about Jim.
A morning full of good things. Managed to walk a decent distance and really explore for the first time in weeks, found some magenta flowers on a purple cholla, and then look who’s making themselves at home as I return!
Especially a good idea with Cholla cactus.
