Steep knife-edged mountains arose from the plains centuries ago. Over time, torrential rains wore them down into rounded hills. Though plants tried to take root on their soil, none survived.
The Wise One summoned the artists of her tribe. She asked them to paint the hills in sacred colors. Pale green colors, from crushed sagebrush leaves and golden rabbitbrush blossoms, and black and red, from sumac trees, filled their brushes. The artisans painted the hills with broad brushstrokes and veiled the skies with delicate dabs of white.
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I so want to see these hills. The stuff of legends, but a really stunning landscape to wander in as well. A true love story.
Hope you get to see them someday! I waited until it rained so I'd get better color. :)
Nicely told.
Thank you, Bill!
You're welcome.
I love the photo and you tell the story beautifully!
Thanks, Sarah! ๐