Sedona’s plant life is a study of contrasts. It’s fragile as trembling tree blossoms or a barely-rooted cactus. It’s durable as cypress and pinyon pine or a stubborn, centuries-old juniper. It’s as familiar as the Indian paintbrush up Fay Canyon, as mysterious as a rubbery plant on Chimney Rock, as surprising as a burst of perfect blooms in red roadside dust, as sensual as the patchwork bark and graceful arms of a sycamore. And the bloom is just beginning!
Travels with Jennie 
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