The perfect backyard desert oasis – La Joya Collection from Kaerri

Just a Spoonful of Psycho

Many years ago I came to the conclusion that people either love or hate the desert, and usually that means anything and everything that goes along with it. When I first stepped off the plane almost twenty years ago now in Phoenix in the middle of December after a rainstorm, I was hooked. The smell of creosote that permeates the air after it rains is truly a scent you can find no where else in the United States other than in the desert of the Southwest. The way the light plays off the sand as the sun sets, with the statuesque Saguaro’s that only grow in the Sonoran desert, dotting the horizon as the sun sets. It wasn’t until I had seen a sunset out here that I truly understood the phrase “purple mountains majesty.” The light dances off the rocks in such a way that the mountains, more times…

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