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Date: 2022-03-05 09:22 pm (UTC)Wildflowers are brief and intense: monkeyflowers in hot colors, our own special sweet peas for that desert cottage garden, buttercups with that special sleek sheen, the shooting stars I love so much. And the tiny, ephemeral ones: teensy dot-flowered plantains and fringed linanthus and comb seeds about as big as my pinky. Some are going to stick around for a longer time: the ever-elegant western blue-eyed grasses, the various brodias, and the fragrant sages and deerweeds. The lemonade berries and britlebrushes and buckwheats seem to just go on forever. I can even forgive the invasives for a minute when they put out their blooms.