Petey babbles on about the southern sun, long shadows, kinetic art in the house and finally a small primrose. Whew!
Oenothera primiveris seems a few hundred feet in elevation out of place at out home near the banks of the Ol’ Guajolote. Its normal range is listed as only up to 4,500′, but then plants can be so unruly. Guess we’re lucky to have this beautiful little harbinger of spring around the 1991 Marvellette.
A hike in the nearby sky islands has Petey excitedly stumbling over plant names while giggling and jabbering away. Better listen.
“Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!” I know, often overused, but that line from the Rubaiyat fits the way I’ve always felt about getting out...
Petey complains about spring winds, but a butterfly seems to bring him around. Let’s listen.
