Speechless Solstice

http://ulteriorharmony.org/?p=713

I lift up mine eyes unto the hills...

And my front door opens to big sky. 

Tohono O'odham poetry by the roadside... 

...and the birds fly up from the saguaro fruits and wait for me to pass. 

 My neighbors...

 ...see the aliens coming out?

 ...troglodytes, terracotta saguaro, detail within detail...

 My front stoop--welcome (two mints and an aloe vera).

My backyard. Rabbitville. Cottontails and jacks. Any garden will have to be several feet off the ground.

Grateful to be here.