In the desert, water is felt deeply. It is celebrated. A small and rare desert spring nourishes countless plants and animals. Tracks mingle near the source: pack rat, deer, quail, snake, hawk, coyote, mountain lion, bear, human. Rain is precious, and we feel it coming, our bodies responding to even slight changes in moisture and scent.
Our average of seven to fifteen inches of rain a year. Laughter and awe bubbles up, birds call, and we go outside to feel, taste, touch, hear, and smell it when the rain arrives, washing the land clear of the old tracks, sinking deeply into our roots, carrying the smells of great basin sage, juniper, pinyon, and damp earth.
Honoring water, and assisting the land’s ability to hold the life giving water it receives, is an essential part of our work at Quail Springs.