
Pretty, golden Rowan and her band were grazing on another hillside (everybody is searching high these days?) at day’s end while that last lovely highlighted last year’s golden grasses.
When I hiked up there to join them, I realized they were going after one of the yummiest grasses in mustang-dom: Indian ricegrass, which was greening and plentiful! Not seeding yet, but growing at the bases of last year’s bunches. Yummmmmmm-eeeeeeeee!
And in honor of golden sunlight, happy solar eclipse day! Wishing all/any of you in the path of totality clear skies and wondrous viewing!













