After that lovely soft sheen of the peaches, time for something a bit spikier. Kind of the way I feel at work when certain emails arrive, in contrast with the soft melting feeling I have when I see the doglet's little squashed face.
Cactuses (cacti?) are such strange things. They look so prehistoric. You expect to see a dinosaur, scaly thing coming around the edge of them, but they're actually odd balls of sharpness randomly breaking up the modernist sheen of an Arizonan city. I think they're great, and we were lucky this year to be there for the desert bloom. These are some we saw around in Phoenix (in laws live on Desert Park Lane, which is a pretty cool address) and in the hotel/spa we stayed at in Tucson. The latter had a very relaxed, 1940s feel. It used to be a boarding school for rich girls back then and it is housed in their former dormitories. Now they've added cabins like the one here, and it's a really gorgeous place to be.
If I could have smuggled some of these needles home, I would love to make a cushion of them for our Head of College.
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