It’s the colors I like best. All those aquas and pinks and purples. I’ve never thought of myself as a pinks and purples girl, but one look at these desert colors and I’m feeling a change of heart. Two weeks ago I boarded the 4 train and rode an hour northward to the New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx. The trip didn’t include a rucksack or stargazing or encounters with wild animals (unless you count the small humans in strollers). I didn’t become the wizened desert woman of my dreams, but having even a small bit of time with some of these desert ladies was enough to shake some winter blues and encourage me to at least entertain the thought of saving for a plane ticket to see the real thing.