As I approach my native home place I see the plants and patterns that resonate with my native self. Here is Mansanita of the peely red trunk and slow growing steel hard wood. You can no more grow this in Louisiana than you can Spanish Moss here. Here in Santa Cruz is the first I've seen my familiar chaparral ecology. It's not better, it's just what I grew up with. And now, seeing it again transports me like to ride a bicycle or the first kiss.
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