An old gas station — and equally old station wagon — are framed by a classic New Mexican sky and classic New Mexican weeds. It’s been an incredibly dry year so far.
I have noticed, in past years, that century plants are most likely to bloom during hot, dry springs — and what I’ve seen this year has done nothing to disprove my theory. This one, at my local supermarket, appears to almost reach the moon.
This must be one of the best years ever for cholla blossoms.
I saw some prickly pear blossoms with red-orange centers last year and have been eagerly keeping an eye on their location, hoping to see more this year. Alas, there’ve been only a handful of buds, and no flowers yet. So you can imagine how completely thrilled I was last week when I saw this single blossom in a totally different place. I sat down to take some photos (it was pretty close to the ground) and in the 10 minutes I spent there, all sorts of pollinators came to visit. One was this skipper butterfly (a duskywing, maybe?). For whatever reason, I was completely charmed by the spiral its proboscis created.
The cottonwood trees are starting to flower and, true to form, they’re still hanging onto a few of last year’s leaves.