Maybe my sassy headbands have been seeping something into my head, but I feel like I’m turning into a flower child because I’m loving #alloftheflowers that are literally everywhere around camp.
So, brace yourself. It’s about to get wild.
Bad pun aside, the mountains here are littered with wildflowers. You can’t look past a chizzler without seeing one of these little beauties sprout up.
They grow freely, refusing to let grasses or the sagebrush get in their way.
And a PowerPoint of 50 doesn’t even begin to cover the various species sprawled everywhere there is soil available.
There are plenty of sticky geranium, and I love them just the same.
But this flower was only spotted for two days before a mule deer got to it.
Even dogs think flowers are worth chasing down.
The people who settled and created the taxonomy definitely had fun naming these, too.
And the ringer: rosy pussytoes, meaning like a cat’s toes. Jeepers, how language has evolved over the years!
Note: The cover photo is “prairie smoke” that isn’t quite in bloom yet.