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It might seem counterintuitive, yes, or even disingenuous:
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Plants have names.
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Jay day on Dead Man’s Pass
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Same old same old
wonders close to home. Yes, when your sometime home lies at the mouth of Boynton Canyon in Sedona, and snow dusts the ancient red rocks, of course everything is wondrous. But when I worked at the Grand Concourse in the Bronx last year, I thought is was pretty marvelous, too. Look, see, absorb. Yes, the…
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Alligator junipers don’t bite.
Stout, ancient ones mob this trail to the back of Boynton Canyon, Sedona’s most magical spot. Some are mammoth, four hundred years old or more, their rough hides entwining with the silvery smooth underclothes. I want to live! Juniperus deppeana has a tendency to splay into multiple trunks, the fusion making it hard for dendrologists…
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So much beauty everywhere
but nothing compares with the dusk skies of red rock Arizona. See how a prickly pear glows, somehow, from within? Their spines reflect the natural light, then the flowers say goodnight. I always feel that given the strictures of growing here, the drought, mainly, and the intensity of the sun’s rays, plants have to really…