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| On the rim trail |
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| In the outback |
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| An almost nonexistent trail |
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| Torrey Yucca in bloom |
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| Beautiful flowers |
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| Soft flowers on a sharp plant |
Thursday, March 15, 2012
A Longer Hike
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Hump Day Hikers
Early light Willow and I got off to an extra early hike this morning because, later, we had to drive Dr. K down to El Paso for an appointmen...
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Do the Torrey yuccas die after they have flowered like other yuccas do? They are beautiful. Do the blossoms have an odor? (So many questions...)
The blossoms don't really have an odor (that I remember), but they have a slightly sweet taste.
I always find it astonishing that so much of interest can be found in what seems, at first glance, to be a beleak environment. You seem to find beauty everywhere you go.
Scott:
The flowers of the Torrey Yucca have little fragrance, but, as Dr. K said, they are somewhat sweet tasting. The Apaches ate the fruit from this species of yucca. The Torrey Yucca doesn't die after blooming; neither does the Soaptree Yucca. The flowers of the Soaptree Yucca are also sweet, and the Native Americans used them in a salad of sorts.
Tonia:
This is a Navajo prayer from a blessing ceremony.
Walking In Beauty (Blessing)
Today I will walk out, today everything unnecessary will leave me,
I will be as I was before, I will have a cool breeze over my body.
I will have a light body, I will be happy forever,
nothing will hinder me.
I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me.
I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me.
I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful.
In beauty all day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons, may I walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With dew about my feet, may I walk.
With beauty before me may I walk.
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty below me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.
My words will be beautiful.
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