Arizona has the strangest flora. Cacti, of course, but far more varieties and species and weird shapes than I ever dreamed possible. It also has trees like the palo verde (which are bright green thanks to the chlorophyll in the bark), palm trees, and citrus trees growing right outside your door.
Arizona is coffee on the deck in the morning sun, early sunsets, cold nights and dinner outside around the outdoor fireplace to ward off the chill of the desert evening.
Arizona is the ballsiness of building cities where none should exist, and the joy of spring training baseball on a gloriously sunny Sunday afternoon. Arizona is taking pictures of fountains and cacti coming out of people's heads. It's a weird place that keeps calling you back.