There's a field of flowers, between Flagstaff and my mom's home, in Arizona. During the winter, it's a fast, pure, solid vision of white, glittering in the sunlight. In spring, the fields explode with yellow flowers. With the mountain in the back ground, and the forest of trees...you wouldn't think of Arizona being where this was. Thats what I love about Arizona. The surprising landscape that changes as you drive. The forests, flower fields, snow, ice, desert, heat to hot you can't breathe. It's not your typical vision of a desert state! :)
Proud to call Arizona home, and the birthplace of our marriage and children.