As a child, I rode horseback to move cattle from one range to another through fields of desert flowers. The flowers were a refuge that radiated with brilliant colors that were in my mind, the “Desert’s Paintbrush.” Many of the large flowers in the high desert are actually heads of wheat, the crop my family depended on for a living. For most people wheat represents flour, but my family saw it as our summer blossom.
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