Desert bloom. It’s a classic oxymoron.
Do you like lists of words that are oxymoron doubles? Here’s a few:
- Deafening silence
- Living dead
- Larger half
- Clearly confused
Microsoft Works? Okay, be nice.
Civil engineer? Someone will have to explain that one to me.
Here’s my favorite. Jumbo shrimp. Yeah, right.
What about desert bloom?
I like desert bloom as an oxymoron because, as a desert rat in Southern Arizona for the first twenty-three years of my life, I’ve seen it happen. Other than the single waxy white blooms atop the mighty Saguaro or the pretty pink flowers capping a barrel cactus, flowers were not an annual occurrence. Yet, every ten years or so, when the Desert Southwest had an abundance of winter rains, this:
It’s amazing. Like Easterners who take rides to check out the autumn leaves, our family would pile in the car on a Saturday afternoon and drive through the Saguaro National Monument to see the desert brushed in full color splendor. [Read more…]