and I didn’t have to go to Arizona to get them. The old curmudgeon was almost right, you don’t have to step beyond your garden gate to see the broad sweep of this world and the life that goes on in it. But things that are similar can still be far apart. There’s no facsimile for the hearth-hot Yuma air and a walk on the rolling prairie vastness. Restless and yearning we are, us soft organics.
