I found "life after the lawn" several years ago. I have lived in Arizona’s Sonoran Desert all my life, but I let myself be led astray. When I was younger, I let Easterners and other assorted city slickers influence me to plant a Bermuda grass lawn and even a winter rye grass lawn. Both are exotic species requiring tremendous amounts of water. When I realized what I was doing, all for vanity, I stopped, and have since let the ground regain its desert roots. I have lots of mesquite trees that not only are native, but produce a "bean" annually that both my BLM wild horse and BLM wild burro eat with relish. They may think they are back on the range eating those tasty morsels.

Tom Taylor

Mesa, Arizona