Walking around the neighborhood it's hard to tell we're in a serious (and getting worse) drought situation. Lake Meade and the Colorado River are at all-time lows and the snow pack isn't so great either. The flowers blooming in gardens don't seem to know the dire predictions about our water shortage though. It may be that this year I've just noticed them more, or they truly are more spectacular. Somehow, they draw me to commemorate them.
Now this is Nellie every time I stop to take pictures:
Of course, she hasn't yet learned to stop and smell the roses:
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