
I’m trying to notice more subtle beauty in the landscape. These yellow-tipped succulents carpet the dusty fields around here, a nice contrast to the red/maroon ones. I like the branch nestled in there, embracing an armful of plants. I, also, want to embrace each distinct kind of variation, each growing (and often struggling) plant in this all-too-dry, even parched, southern coast of the-desert-meets-the-sea.
And what a lovely memory it brings of an evening walk with you.