The sage bloomed.
And not only did it bloom, it did so with those tall strands of bright purple flowers that you can see in the two pictures in this blog post. They’re so beautiful to look at that while Zane Grey probably wasn’t writing about this particular plant in my garden when he wrote the novel Riders of the Purple Sage, I like to now imagine that he did, because a meadow full of these blossoms would be stunning to ride through.
Right after a rainstorm, the moist scent of pungent sage fills the air. It’s such a clean invigorating scent. I can understand why it would be so helpful in dried form for smudging ceremonies.
See you next week, Lynn