As a little girl, my mother would put me in the car and we’d drive south through desert and dust to visit my great-grandmother in Casa Grande, a small town between Phoenix and Tucson. Passing houses and vacant lots, I’d look out the window waiting to see the giant flowers.
Wonder is worth the journey...
Wonder is worth the journey...
Wonder is worth the journey...
As a little girl, my mother would put me in the car and we’d drive south through desert and dust to visit my great-grandmother in Casa Grande, a small town between Phoenix and Tucson. Passing houses and vacant lots, I’d look out the window waiting to see the giant flowers.