The living ruddy flesh of the Mazanita flows gracefully over the gray wooden skeleton of it’s past. A living glacier.
It doesn’t ask for much. A shallow footing of brittle gravel, or some hardpan clay. Daylong relentless scorching sun. Seeds germinate in nothing less than brushfire.
Tenacious Manzanita. Ubiquitous Manzanita. That’s Really Redding.