That's right, folks. That ain't a warm sunny day in the desert! That's snow.
Look at this poor pampas grass.
That's right, folks. That ain't a warm sunny day in the desert! That's snow.
Look at this poor pampas grass.

The lady with the dashing white hair is Judy Arrar of Prescott Area Daily Photo. Her husband is on her right and to her left is Rob of Lemegeton.
Here is local photography guru, Rich Charpentier, who blogs at Airstream Chronicles Continued and computer programmer Dagny Romer of Dagny's Desk.
And last, but not least, the effervescent Sadira, a.k.a. Chickenbells of Foolsewoode and the ever-hungry Tom Check of Tombo's Blog.
It's a bit difficult to photograph mylar-wrapped art in a gallery because of reflections but here's one of her works.
Sid learned to carve in rock a few years ago and many of her pieces reflect that training.

Sure made me feel that way when I saw this wagon load of flowers outside a shop in Prescott the other day. I had to go back the next day with my camera to get a few shots. But when I got up close, I discovered these were SILK flowers!
They were even better than the silk ones outside so I promised the folks some free advertising.
Oh, so you say that's not enough? O.K. I also scanned their business card. (A little wobbly but you get the idea, right?)
Joe and Vikki are very nice people so give 'em some business. Buy some flowers.
C'mon, there's a recession on! Everybody needs a little help.
There's even a toll free number!
(Oh . . . and by the way . . . it's not really spring here yet. It only got up to 55 today!
Heh-heh-heh.)
If you lived around these parts, you might have been heading for the hills this week. Or, "from" the hills if they looked like this.
But, not to worry. It's just the annual ritual called "slash burning". The Forest Service burns off some of the dead trees to keep them from burning in an "uncontrolled burn" later in the year. One of those fires, apparently started by homeless transients, nearly burned the town out a few years ago. So every year, the Forest Service tries to protect folks from themselves and we see letters to the editor in the paper about all the terrible smoke.
Ho hum.