Lake Lewisia #376

“But we get wildflowers every year,” she protested when her sibling insisted on taking a road trip south to the desert. While Lewisia’s winter and spring had simply been as drenched as ever, the increased rain in more arid regions had brought forth the so-called superblooms. “But the superblooms are so big, they’re putting picnic benches on them,” they whined, lunch box swinging in hand, “and letting people eat up on the stalks.”

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LL#376