It's spring in Santa Fe, NM and despite the lack of precipitation, Mother Nature has once again found a way to survive, even in the smallest, driest spaces.
The Santa Fe River is a mere trickle from the scant snowfall we received this past winter. Signs of water are sparse, but hearty fighters like dandelions, euphorbia rigida and miniature sedums are poking up from underneath rocks and unraked leaves from last year's blustery fall.
It may still be a little bit before the fruit tree blossoms blanket the dried chamisa and adobe landscape, but there are a few early bloomers in town.
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It reminds me so much to love.
Growing up I always KNEW that weeds were wildflowers, they still are.
Growing up I always KNEW that weeds were really flowers. They still are.
Growing up I always KNEW weeds were really flowers. They still are,
Great work and photos lady.
TaRa
My husband and I got married in the Santa Fe Plaza 6 days after you posted this. Just discovered you blog and I'm already hooked!
Yea Mama CupKate! Thanks for your comment and congratulations!~
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