The cold desert snow

Well hello Mr. Snake. This picture is not a blow snake, but it had good effect.



You know this altra feminine person you are talking to. You know the one who always has pink as the main color in the back drop for her blog. The one who was named Lacy Violet and grew up really liking Lace and the color violet and the flower violet, and pink and flowers. Did I mention pink and flowers?

Yeah, that person grew up in the desert. I did.



I grew up making huts in the side of the cliffs where the rocks became comfy sofas. Riding four-wheelers all over those rocks. Playing in muddy canal water while catching tadpoles and believe it or not. Letting my little toes sink as far into the mud as they could go. Which meant on great mud days that the wonderful black smelly mud would go clear past our knees!



I have been known to catch a mouse. Which I would not do now. Growing up and learning about the Haunta virus has made me a sissy.



I caught blue belly lizards and I would do that again. In a heart beat!



I caught snakes. You heard me. I am less afraid of a snake then my strong muscle man of a husband is. I may have even been known to take a little old water snake and scare our Main Mecanic Scott at my parents store with it. I let that little black thing coil around my hand and carried it right up to Scott's nose. Where it had the perfect timing of sticking out it's tongue. That's when Scott screamed like a little two year old girl and grabbed the nearest tool which happened to be a screw driver and threatened my life and the snakes. I found out right about then that snakes can pee. At least, that's what I figure that yellow ooze all over my arm was.



I once was climbing a cliff and came face to face. Our noses two inches apart. Just like the picture above with a Blow Snake. At least, that is what I convinced myself it was because, even though I heard a rattle, Blow snakes will make a similar noise to scare off preditors. I didn't stick around to find out what it was. I was dangling only about 15 feet from the ground but it was closer to the top so I went up. I don't remember even touching the cold rock. I think the adreniline kicked in and I jumped the rest of the way to the top. Seriously.

That poor snake was just as frightened as I was.
I would still catch a water snake.




This is our Utah desert. It's about 15 minutes from where I live now. We our surrounded by desert. In the winter, this dry red rock gets a pretty blanket of snow on it. This time of year our oil field workers freeze there tails off. I don't know anyone who works in the oil field who has a tail. Seriously!

I know it's an oxymoron, but it's true. It's the cold desert snow. Our desert has tempatures below freezing.

We are luckily also surrounded by grand magestic mountains. That have beautiful pine trees and qaukies. We always hope for a lot a snow in the mountains.

Snow in the mountains means water in our irrigation canals. That water makes our fields green and feeds the live stock. A lot of farmers depend on the mountain snow.

If you don't blink, our desert is lush and green for about two minutes before the temps rise again to above a hundred and our oil feild workers can boil an egg on their now tail-less hynies.

That's Utah and I love it. I'm thankful for our diverse wheather cuz we don't have a whole lot of time to get bored before the season changes. Mountain snow skying to desert jet-skying in the summer.

Time to go, the natives are getting restless. The native muchkins are pilfuring the remainder of my suppies. The kids are eating my chocolate. I have a sudden urge to go find something pink and lacy on ebay.

Love- Lacy