When I was at the ranch in early summer, a neighbor called to say the cows had made their way into his backyard. I went to chase them back across the fence and found them in the arroyo and had to join them there to make them move. The water was a mossy yellow and warm and everything...the trees, the grass... was so lush and green, it almost didn't look like Arizona. The cows were reluctant to leave the low hanging branches and mustard flowers that grew everywhere. It was a harder task than I imagined and I was soaked to my knees before I was able to force them back home.