Hardware is whatever point and click I had. Flower, I’m not sure. Bug, I’m sure of. What I missed was the rusted barb wire that was the support for the flower. It was along highway 505, and the only reason I can recall the highway’s number – isn’t that a pneumatic – is the number is the same as the NM area code. Which has changed, as all of NM isn’t the same area code anymore, but it was, at one time, 505.
There were numerous examples of this flower, and from a speeding car, I assumed that it was some kind of mountain rose. Up close? I go from sort of unsure to really unknowing. Not that it matters, in the gentle, cloud strewn mountains, the highway’s narrow verge was thinly but persistently populated with these flowers.
The blindingly green countryside was sprouting in a spring-like abundance, mostly due to Hurricane Alex’s spin-off moisture that soaked the region.
