back in the land of the lush
i’m just back from a weekend in palm springs and minnesota looks wondrous and tropical and wildly prolific. i can’t remember ever sweating so much and feeling so dry at the same time as palm springs in may.
almost berry season
all spring and early summer it’s “almost berry season” until suddenly it’s post-berry season, and the voles and chipmunks and mice have eaten all the strawberries and the starlings and catbirds and robins and cardinals have eaten all the blackberries, and we have harvested a few scant handfuls and have vague memories of the abundance we had predicted in may.
ripe and unripe wild blackberries
i’m in palm springs
i’ve left behind one of the greenest minnesota springs i can remember for the california desert, and 100-plus degrees. trying to remember what i was thinking when i booked this trip. also actively hot flashing. little ice, please?
in america a silver bullet is an ice cold coors light in an aluminum can. in southern france it was an ice cold mackerel in a fishmonger’s tray. i have my preferences, which i will not disclose.
going with the flow
these flowers stood tremblingly above the water of the orb river while the aquatic vines they grew from writhed in the current below. i’m sure mr. darwin could help me see why this particular niche had to be filled in this particular ecosystem, but i couldn’t see any natural advantage to it other than beauty. it was a good enough reason for me.
aquatic river weeds with blossoms