Prickly Provisions

Have you noticed the tops of our stately Saguaros? Little buds pop out, then they open revealing bright white flowers and then the final delight. The pinkish-red fruit appears and the birds turn somersaults of joy. It’s the cycle of life. I find it curiously ironic that the source of the delicious fruit is a prickly, thorn bearing desert giant. A round of applause, please, for the sharp needle Saguaro and their yummy red blossoms. And a word of gratitude, too, to the Author of life who brings all things into existence and provides our “daily bread.” The next time you see a flower-top Saguaro, say hello. But, no hugs.