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.
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| overlooking a snowless valley |
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| 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.
6 comments:
Glad to hear that the weather is so mild....we are coming home in a week so it is sure to turn frosty!!
So funny about picking the sage...who knew?
Great pictures....yes I can just see your next creation LOL
And since when did you start using word verification for comments??? I took me three tries LOl
Yes - I brought back the word verification. I have suddenly received over a hundred spam messages on two blog posts. grrrrr.
~Monika
Interesting and beautiful post Monika.
Those are the kind of days you and your children will treasure. I love the shot of the teepees against the prairie and the the one with the rose hips with the dots of red. I'm always on the lookout for them here too once we loose our fall colors.
It is a beautiful place. I have visited there with my sister who lives in Saskatoon.
I don't trim my perennials in fall, so the long stalks will show through the snow. It's not very colourful, but it adds a nice contrast and texture.
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