“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!”
-Edward Abbey
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.
Yeee-haw!
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