Saturday, February 17, 2007

Beautiful sagebrush growing taller than we stand filled the river's edge. The pungent fragrance is not pronounced this time of year and the yellow blossoms from last autumn are dried and brown. New growth has not yet started, but the old gnarly wood and tufts of green still provide beauty and a sense of stability. I've always felt it a privilege to live near where the sagebrush grows.

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