The Desert Botanical Garden tops my list of must-sees when I visit Phoenix. There’s something about the cactus, the blossoms I’ll never see back east, the colors. Oh, and I love the quail. But what really gets me every time is the textures. Some look like I should run my hand across their furry curves — and I know when I’ve been deceived. Ouch. Others are clearly stand-offish, angry-looking or even aggressive. No, I promise, I won’t go anywhere near you.
But prickly or feathery, the gardens are filled with magic.
Take a look. Isn’t it all lovely?