March 23, 2017. We recently returned to Rancho Lomitas in lower Texas near the Rio Grande border – an area with birds and plants that just don’t come further north. When there last fall, we took a photo of what we thought to be peyote growing along the roadside. To everyone’s surprise, the proprietors pointed out the distinctions between peyote and our picture of a star cactus – an endangered cactus that Rancho Lomitas is helping propagate in their nursery but had never seen growing natively on the ranch. Wow! This revelation came minutes before our departure, no time to revisit the star for more (better) pictures.
On this return trip, a high priority was finding that star cactus! Oh, did we look and look and look – walking slowly, eyes trained on roadside edge, up and down the stretch of road where the tiny star “had to be”. Well, maybe. Hours of looking yielded no star, but did prompt a poem. Afterward, a seasoned resident at Rancho Lomitas comforted us with the comment that rabbits do eat such (indeed the nursery samples are in wire cages) which leaves me eager to return again to photograph bunnies for an update to this collage. (Image note: fingers show a peyote the same size as the elusive star – star enlarged in center of collage – the two look alike to novice eyes.)
Oh, that road’s star! I like to turn around on walks, to see where I’ve been, and also to imagine what different sights one might see walking back that way.
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I turned around several times looking under every cactus from all angles … my last retrace was all new – I let my sights rise to enjoy bunnies, mesquite blooms, blue sky … and to let the poem begin itself …
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What a sweet tribute to a cactus, to your travels with Gary, to the paths that disappear as soon as we step forward!
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That Machado poem has a couple of translations … as traveller and as wayfarer … we were definitely on foot in our puzzling search, wayfaring, not faring all that well in one sense and very well in a broader sense. Thanks!
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Lovely…walking the fenceline at the preserve I once found a tiny, rare rock cactus , because it was in bloom, but tho I made a circle of rocks around it, I never found it again.
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