“For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!”
But Ed Abbey!
My internal battle . . .
To love plants and flowers in openness and freedom vs. the strong desire to cut them down in their prime and arrange them!
Forget Me Not . . .
C H A C O C A N Y O N
Heat. History. Sand. Sky. Sage. Gluten. Nausea. Ravens. “Do Not Step Beyond This Point.”
E L V A D O D A M
Bones. Iced Coffee. Rattlesnakes. Mud. Wood. Indian Paintbrush. Spiders. Clouds. Stones. Water. Cabin.