Wildflowers.

A few weeks ago the wildflowers in the foothills were exploding. We didn't miss the opportunity, even with K thirty-two weeks pregnant, to take a stroll through Sage Hills.

Our friend John was out trail running and bumped into us. He turned around and we kept going.

Soon enough, the flowers will disappear. The green will give way to brown. It’s a desert, after all, along the Columbia. Every year, though, we enjoy the display.