Petey finds a young abandoned peccary under a mesquite tree and looks up just in time to see a large group of peccaries disappearing into the grassland. “Those critters aren’t coming back,” he quietly muttered and stared at the beautiful creature at his feet.
Petey jabbers about monkey flowers and sandhill cranes and declares that spring has sprung in the desert grassland.
I meant to mention in this ramble that in old range plant books and even in some floras, it’s noted that this plant is...
A sentimental episode written and recorded amidst the cluttered space that I call books and bones. Thank goodness for a milkweed plant to help...
