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2 be in another planet. Your wild gardens are so strange so beautiful, they seem remote from my life - They are not unreal
they are living places, but they seem so far away. What can a forest or meadow be with these strange wild flowers, ivesia?
thocarpus? , draperia, collumia, Tanscheneria? , allmostoma, manzanita, acanthus? , chamaebatia? - what can they be- Even
the lilies seem so strange to me. I have read every word of the chapter Wild Gardens of the Yosemite twenty or thirty times.
I cannot comprehend it. The Alpine gardens, the meadow gardens - I partly comprehend - but these gardens whose soil is crystal,
mica tormaline all with tiny spangling growing flowers it isnt a real place is it? I am a true lover of larkspur, and though
the tint of larkspur is not a pure turquoise then a turquoise always reminds me of larkspur it symbolizes larkspur to me.
I never in my entire life bought a jewel, an ornament a trinket for myself- I said a year or two ago to myself I