|Phlox pulvinata on summit of Medicine Bow Pass in late June|
|Phlox pulvinata closer up|
|Phlox pulivinata, up close and personal! in the wild...|
|And here is the REAL 'Betty Blake' from around 20 years ago at DBG|
The original collection from Betty's garden was a pretty dark, good blue. But it may be MIA...and I admit that many pulvinata are paler in hue, but there is sure to be one at least as good as Betty up there on the Medicine Bow (or the dozens of other ranges in the west where pulvinata is supposed to grow). And they are sure to have that heavenly fragranc.
A flower. A song. Some memories. A backdrop of sagebrush and distant pronghorn. Our lives are comprised of these quiddities, these tesserae, which gradually mesh and form the mosaic of our personalities, the sum and substance of our souls.