Wild flax is scattered along the edges of the Bosque de la Rio Santa Fe below our back meadow. This section is just before I scramble back up the bank to the meadow itself. Shady in the morning. The wild flax are pretty much always here every summer.
We caught rain with just the right timing this spring to kick off the prairie feathergrass in our back meadow. Though today is beyond the time of most of the long feathers, strands of flying seeds that show the wind direction, what stands is the main grass stem. Still higher than a man’s waist.
Standing higher than Sheila on our first walk this morning.