This time all My Botanical Garden and friends are invited to discover the beauty of grasses, not only those in Okanagan Okanogan. Harold Rhenisch , contributing writer of this post, is taking us from blue to pink, from giants head to horses, from winter to rainbow, and above all ,from our presumption that we know it all, to wish to know it better….Thank You Harald!
It was such a pleasure spending some quality time in Tamara’s My Botanical Garden on Monday. Thanks, everyone, for welcoming me with such enthusiasm. It’s fine to share stories of the gardens of this earth. It’s a double pleasure to come back with another story of ancient gardens. This one extends my story about lichens that we posted a couple days ago. Let’s set the scene by stepping back to the lichens again, where they live in a garden billions of years old yet just hours new. They have, I’d like to suggest, effectively stopped time. And that’s a good thing!
Marmot, Peshastin Pinnacles, Washington
Because of the lichens on these rocks (and the blue skies they created), the inevitable decline of Earth into a kind of Martian desert was slowed and even reversed, creating time for creatures like this to evolve and to prosper. Those are some of the old…
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