Marian called it Roxaboxen. (She always knew the name of everything.)
There across the road, it looked like any rocky hill -- nothing but
sand and rocks, some old wooden boxes, cactus and greasewood and thorny
ocotillo -- but it was a special place: a sparkling world of jeweled
homes, streets edged with the whitest stones, and two ice cream shops.
Come with us there, where all you need to gallop fast and free is a long
stick and a soaring imagination.
In glowing desert hues, artist
Barbara Cooney has caught the magic of Alice McLerran's treasured land
of Roxaboxen -- a place that really was, and, once you've been there,
always is.
