Blossom Like a Rose


I remember hearing the statement attributed to Brigham Young as he looked over the desert area of present-day Salt Lake City, Utah that it would some day blossom as a rose. It certainly has done that. The whole area has blossomed with the aid of irrigation of one kind or another.
I was raised in Boulder City, Nevada in the middle of the desert, and it was quite green there, again aided by irrigation water from Lake Mead. If you were to leave the city just one block, you were back in the desert where it was hot dry and usually windy.
I rode the bus back to Las Vegas from somewhere else one time, and I remember as I stepped off the bus, it was like a blast furnace. I loved it.
 I loved the desert, and there were usually flowers in spring from the rain. I would like to live there now, but most of my family live near me in Utah, with the exception of Nate and Kat who are in Florida. I have always loved the desert. There is a smell there when it rains unlike anywhere else that I know.
I remember that sometimes when I was about nine or ten, it would rain and run down Avenue K Street and into the desert into a sort of low depression. A lot of kids would run there and play in the mud hole pool at the end of the block. We would then come home, rinse off in the hose, and lay on the porch to dry off. Sometimes my mother would read stories to us, and we would take a rest.
I am not sure that I want all of the desert to blossom like a rose. It is not how it was created by God, but how man has decided to improve upon what God has done. On the other hand, I sure like my home, car, air conditioning, washer, dryer and so many other things that make my life so much easier.


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