In this part of the world, there so many wild flowers that,
with the right amounts of rain and the right ranges of temperature and the
right locations, simply burst upon the landscape in spring, with fall bringing
its own varieties. But what happens in
spring is so significant simply because after winter, particularly some
difficult winters, all these swaths of color which present themselves absolutely
free and glorious.
Right now the wild mustard seems to be everywhere. Driving along a freeway access road this
morning, I glanced over at the freeway embankment on the other side and there
was this glowing yellow from top to bottom for quite a long distance,
absolutely startlingly brilliant. And
that same color, that same glory, is showing up everywhere a wildling can go.
Sometimes I write because I am overcome with concerns or
serious thoughts, but sometimes it just seems necessary to describe something
really very ordinary that is simply no less spectacular and welcome just
because it’s ‘only wild flowers’.
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