We have gone back to the shrine at the base of the walnut tree a couple more times. It’s a beautiful woodland and somehow it feels like the right thing to leave some flowers at the base of that tree.
There are hundreds of places in the deserts and woodlands where humans dreaming of a better life have died. The environmentally devastating wall being built along the wild border of Mexico and the United States will do nothing to deter those dreams.
The photos are mine.
I had a chance to use the word didymus when describing the seed pods of Menodora, but forgot, so here: the common name twinberry...
Petey says it is the year of the Desert Cottontail and tells us all about the furry little rascals that breed like rabbits.
I think I talked more about Toumey oak (Quercus toumeyi) than yellow bells. It is an awfully sweet little native oak. I’m pretty sure...
