We were somewhere near Three Rivers, today, when I noticed the landscape explode into colour. Forget Sony Bravia’s ridiculously contrived ads – this was the real thing.
Rolling California hills that were aready so intensely green exploded like confetti with a moving profusion of intense new hues – wild, American priarie flowers were in bloom.
Early rains coaxed the flowers out to play sooner than expected. In the picture, I’m crouched and buried up to my sholders in them, as an aerial orgy conducted by wildly excited bees buzzes around. The honey gatherers seem to be flying crazily – drunk on the unimaginable surplus of pollen. It’s infectious.
The air is redolent with a fecund cocktail of seductive smells. I feel drunk on them, too. If they didn’t possess such a delicate beauty, I imagine nothing better than rolling and romping around in them.
Ah well, so we were in Death Valley too early for the desert flowers. Yet this embarassment of colourful on the fringes of the Sequoia national forest have more than made up for that.
If you’re able to experience them first hand, I urge you to. If you can’t, I hope this post and these pictures help you imagine this moving spectacle of Nature at her most florally seductive.