It’s early morning here in Prescott Valley, Arizona. I’m gazing out my front window: the Bradshaw Mountains in the distance and our American flag waving welcomingly over our front porch. A bit of pink blends with shades of blue in the gentle morning skies. Spring green is budding on our globe willow trees. Directly across our cul-de-sac, an ornamental plum tree is in full, confident bloom. Driving down a residential street yesterday, I witnessed a row of ornamental pear trees, covered completely in white blossoms. As my daddy would say, “I’m drinking it in!” Continue reading

