House Lights On … Christine Daly

My thoughts are travelling down Memory Lane.
This time last year my daughter and I travelled to America to visit friends in California.

Our departure would have been 14 April. 

We arrived in Las Vegas and drove to Twentynine Palms, the Mojave Desert.

It’s the time of year when spring flowers bloom all over the world, but I never imagined in the desert where the sand is white, the air warm, and the ground dry.

Their elegance, beauty and bright colours stretch over the white California desert sand and draws you near to stand and stare.

The sun beats down relentlessly from sunrise to sunset
 
And in all their glory they look up and smile

I only had a small notebook and biro and couldn’t resist a little sketch.

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