Spring in the high desert is dusty and desiccant. The rising temperatures and ruthless Texas sun remind us to remain hydrated. The beautiful bedside carafes and tumblers pictured above are the perfect cure to nighttime dehydration or any other occasion of unquenched thirst.
Speaking of which, a thirst for knowledge should never be quenched. I recently discovered the town of Marfa was founded in the 1880's as a railroad water stop. To imagine, landlocked for miles, Marfa's soul purpose was to provide trains with water is simply wondrous. Today, people still visit the town to rest and replenish, but more frequently to learn.
Let me leave you with a excerpt from Swann's Way by Marcel Proust.
"As regards figures of speech, he had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. For often imagining words had a more definite meaning than often was the case, he wanted to know exactly what was meant by the ones he heard most frequently used, such as blue blood, the glass of fashion, the day of reckoning, to give a free hand, to be absolutely floored and so forth..."
-Jessica for Mirth
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