By Barbara Falconer Newhall
I couldn’t make up my mind about that tall stand of fireweed I saw growing on the edge of a woodlet in the Pacific Northwest last summer. Were those blossoms purple? Blue? Pink? Or what?
I was having a good time last Friday morning pondering those questions and poring over the photos I’d taken of the fireweed, and I was just about to google myself over to Wikipedia to see [Read more...]