The Llano Estacado is not empty, nor is it merely a stretch of barren earth and endless plowed fields. Beneath its vast skies, life still stirs quietly among the dust and wind. Does wildlife struggle here? Without question. The rains are scarce, the winds relentless, and the summer heat unforgiving. Survival on the High Plains…
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“In your heart, you already know.” – Zen Saying My heart belongs to flowers and wildflowers. Where does your heart belong? What is this yellow beauty? Showy Evening Primrose. 💛 It is the first to emerge after a long nap from the previous spring. They are a low growing flower that brings a delightful brightness…
Read MoreEven with the lack of good consistent rains here on the Llano Estacado, the few drops to grace the land give rise to familiar friends. Their beauty is unmatched. All I can think about is how these wildflowers carpeted this land before the plows came. Their seeds remain. They show us that no matter what…
Read MoreMany eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson Upon first glance you think this is a weed. No pretty petals swaying in the wind. Just a ball of green. If you look closely, the flowers are there. Each one makes the ball. Unfortunately, no it does…
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Forgotten Winds 