My visitors and I were driving to hike the White Tank Mountains (in Mirage, AZ) to see the petroglyphs. We saw, in the January-bare fields, plants, about three feet tall. Acres of them. They were blooming.
“Roses,” Eva said. I couldn’t believe it. Fields of roses? Yes. We got out of the car to take photos. As far as the eye could see, fields of roses, mostly red. Some white and a few pink.
They must have been growing for nurseries or florists. There was not a scrap of fragrance in the air. Either way, it was an incredible sight.
A good surprise for my visitors who are flying back to Switzerland tomorrow. And one for me, who never expected to see roses blooming by the acre in the desert.