The book I mentioned a little too quickly is Food Plants of the Sonoran Desert by Wendy Hodgson. If you are interested in edible or medicinal native plants, then it belongs on your shelf or on that pile by the bed.

I think what I love most about finding all the relics of the past, from old ranch trash, old military…

Those are not petals on the flowers, but the sepals. The flower has petaloid sepals!

And I think I’m gonna start reading more of the field descriptions out loud, which probably means I’ll be birding by myself.

The stories speak to its adaptability to different habitats, from urban, to rural, to very wild. Habitats that can range quite a bit in elevation and topography. They are marvelous creatures.

I love the stance of the bear. Look at those feet. The marvelous word plantigrade comes to mind.

One day several years ago I sat down and wrote this story about growing up in Kentucky. I still sit…

Snow melted and seeps, streams and creeks flowed. The Ol’ Guajolote joined in and that magical riparian corridor had slow moving water meandering through its channels. Slow moving moisture.

...there is a road across the grasssland...

I do love the story of how jojoba’s Latinized name came about and I’m glad I finally got to tell it.