Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The western red columbine and the beginning of my downfall
On the several occasions when we moved into a new house, the first order of business for my father was to begin planting fruit trees. That was followed by roses and other ornamentals. So there was an awareness of plants in my earliest memories. The bug didn't hit my though, until summer camp in the sixth grade, somewhere up in the San Bernardino Mountains. We had to do a project, and all the seeds planted in my subconscious suddenly coalesced, and I chose wildflowers.