It was all fun & games until our little white girl picked a handful of wild sage. The hillside fell silent. I apologized. (You aren't supposed to pluck things from natural environments like this - especially sacred plants.) She didn't know. No one said anything about it.
|overlooking a snowless valley|
|I love the blond grass. It matches my son's hair.|
I was just sad about how there is a real lack of the color red around here. We have our red skies, but in the land, it's scarce. I was thrilled to remember that the rosehips are plentiful... and very pretty against the soft blues and yellows this November.
I must take today's scenes into consideration for a future piece. ; ) LOVE those grasses.
p.s. thanks for the bids on yesterday's post. Keep 'em coming! Auction ends midnight Dec. 1st.