Our reward for a long uphill hike came into view long before we got there: a desert palm oasis. Have you ever been to a palm oasis before? It has water that bubbles up from under the ground. These big palm trees grow there and create shade. The shade makes the place pleasantly cool. Papa said he’d like to take a nap here.
I think the palm trees here are called California Fan Palms. I kept looking for the switch to turn their fans on, but Papa explained that I was wasting my time. Yeah, palm trees aren’t hooked up to electricity.
Remember my last letter to you with the photo of me on a Beaver Tail Cactus? Don’t waste your time looking for beavers either. No beavers in this desert. Well, I said I’d tell you more about our walk in the desert.
You might think the desert is just really dry and hot and full of dusty rocks. It has all that, but what a lovely place, too. It has all kinds of flowers.
The flowers have wonderful odors. Nona said, “Solbit, you might want to use a different word than odors.” “Like what word, Nona?” I replied. She suggested a word that’s new to me, but I’m going to try to use it a lot so I remember it. Know what she suggested? “Fragrances.” Yeah, “wonderful fragrances” or “the fragrances of flowers.” I guess it does sound better than “flower odors.”
Also, Papa very, very carefully put me up on an Ocotillo plant. It has really sharp stickers, but it gave me a good view — perspective — on the desert around me.
That’s when I asked, “Hey, what are all those holes in the desert floor, Papa?” He told me, “Solbit, I’m going to set you down by one of those holes. You wait there until you see something. OK?”
Next thing you know, I’m making friends with this little girl. She’s some kind of bug, but I didn’t find out what kind. Maybe you know? I think she was giving off a smell that was not a fragrance. Nona said I could use the word odor, but maybe it wasn’t the bug. Maybe it was something rotting on the desert floor nearby. I don’t know. I’m still learning about these things.
We heard that the holes are also used by snakes and rodents, but I didn’t see those. Given my size, probably it’s better that I didn’t see them when I was on the desert floor. They could have mistaken me for an appetizer! Maybe next time we’re walking in the desert, I’ll see a snake, from the safety of Nona’s pocket. That would be cool.
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- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”