"Make New Friends, but Keep the Old . . . "

Grandchild, say hello to Lynne and Bob. They are old friends from the Southwest. I hope you will meet them someday. Lynne is the iconic Sonoran Desert angel. Her volunteer efforts on behalf of desert education, awareness and preservation are legendary in her home area. Her husband Bob is the staff that she leans on, a quiet man absorbed with his own dreams who is present in the moment when Lynne calls on him.
Their home is nestled on a ridge across from an historic cave, once home to prehistoric lives, then invaded by historic military figures, frequented next by area hikers and riders and now restricted to scheduled hikes regulated by the local land trust, under the watchful eye of the landowner.

Black Mountain to the north of their property is replicated in iron work fencing on a west facing part of the property. Art work abounds throughout the house and grounds.
Near the creek below stands the skeleton of an ancient saguaro, whose ribs once supported an enormous "apartment house" home to all kinds of wildlife.
An east facing entry captures the rising sun's rays, weak at 5am but growing rapidly in strength as this July day unfolds.

Bob and Lynne sold their dream home to move into this new dream home, tough choice for a couple who are intimately linked to their habitat. Living on the creek, across from the cave, what's not to love.

We have been friends over the years. I greatly respect the contribution Lynne has made to desert preservation. Her work with energy medicine draws me to her anew. We have unfinished business, she and I, although Lynne can easily do without my flickering presence.