This has been a dry spring. I had looked forward to sharing the May wild-
flowers with you, but May came and went with little to show. This is Mule Ear and May last year the hillsides were yellow from the prolific growth. After a record-breaking week of rain every day, suddenly we have a late, meager wildflower season. An inch of rain fell in that period which is significant when you realize that Nevada gets 7" in a year. The reservoirs are still low and we remain in drought.
Prickly Poppy gets its name from the short yellow spines that cover its stems. The flowers can get up to 5" across and the face actually looks like a fried egg. If you look carefully, you will see all three of our dogs.
Not only is the plant armed to the teeth, its full of alkaloids and toxic to eat - why would anything want to? It reminds me of a thistle. Thankfully, the thistles are sir not appearing in this picture - not enough moisture in time.
Desert Peach has its peaches now. Some of those barbs are 3" long. This is not a bush you want to brush up against.
The white pelicans are back at the dammed ponds of Ross Creek. The attraction? This pond is stocked and leased by a fly fishing instructor who teaches classes here. I love to see these birds. He does not.
Storm clouds at sunset.
Where's the mojo?
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