The smell of rain. Or is it the smell of certain plants after a rainstorm? Whatever the case may be, it sure feels good. Walking thru the park on the way to the local store to buy a cactus shirt, a young buck came out of the thicket looking for fresh grass. The sun was starting to come out. The mid-day humidity starting to grow, I looked up to the calendar to check the date. It sure was nice to scroll a couple of months ahead to see what day of the week an upcoming birthday was. Outside of the store, the shopkeeper displayed some of the things he collected. Cool things like beer coasters, stamps, and Fiesta pins from past events. Outside along the window were medium terra-cotta pots filled with different barrel type cactus. Ferocactus and golden barrels were the only ones I knew the names. In the window on the other side of the door were...