RANTINGS AND RAVINGS OF AN OLD MAN TRULY RUINED BY SPORT

Friday, May 13, 2011

Spring Has At Last Sprung, the Wildflowers Tell Me So...

A walk in the sage a couple weeks ago the only wildflowers we saw were a few patches of Hood's flox--one the tiniest blooms I know of perhaps 3/16" wide and nearly flat to the ground....

Hood's flox
 But yesterday right out the truck Gale spied several bunches much larger, about the size of a half dollar, daisy-like flowers, Hood's Townsendia

Hood's townsendia
From that point on we were never out of sight of one flower or another such as the pretty mountain bluebells; a bit larger and standing taller than Hood's flox, against the gray/brown sagebrush and brown grass bluebells are difficult to miss...

Mountain bluebell
Not much drab about the few seeded draba and while these too fall into the really tiny class the yellow stands out like a beacon in the night sky might...
Few-seeded draba
Moss campanion is another tiny flower but the bright pink stands out and in some places rivals Hood's flox in abundance, like everywhere you look...
Moss campanion
Many think of sagebrush as wasteland, lifeless, empty and worthless but nothing could be further from the truth. Take a hike most anytime and chances are you will bump into all sorts of wildlife: elk, moose, antelope, mule and whitetail deer, songbirds, sage hens. pygmy, cottontail and jack rabbits, badger, coyote, golden eagles, you name it. Obviously spring is one of the best times, don't buy it? Take a hike and see for your ownself...over and out...Chuck

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