Sally worked herself up. “Why would anybody want to go there?”
“Rocks and dirt. Bugs and maybe a lizard. It’s hot!” Her face was puckered up like she’d bitten a sour lemon. “Yuck!”
What could anyone say to such an onslaught? “No worries. I was just asking.”
“Well, ask someone else. I’m never going to the desert. Not in a million years.” She stormed out. The screen door slammed and rattled in the frame after she passed.
I shook my head and returned to packing my camera equipment. Spring in the desert. A colorful carpet of wildflowers awaited.
Photo is copyright by Rennett Stowe.