Grape soda lupines (lupinus excubitus). These grow wild on the roadsides here, intermingled with the wild mustard (Father Serra was also here). Just gorgeous. They’re supposed to smell like their name, but we couldn’t catch the faintest whiff of grape.
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Bit of Earth
Roy G Biv (in reverse)
“Sometimes I think p’raps I’m a bird”: Naturalists in Literature