Big sage does her thing in the winter. It would be wrong, though, to call her a survivor.She makes stuff happen here. She provides shelter for flies in mid-January. The flare out onto the snow and back.
They are shaken loose when the redpolls come to devour her seeds. Only full-grown sage will do for this work.
Under her shade, she melts the snow away. It’s a secret world down there. Fuzzy yellow bee flies fly out from their tunnels, flare in the sun, then dash back in.
It’s the sun that big sage has gathered from the air that makes it possible. Just two weeks ago, it was a different world:
Mice have spent the last couple months running out into their sub-snow cities on street networks branching out from her, too. They are shut down now..
She guides deer into the spaces between her, and human wanderers who follow. It is right now, in the bare, warm soil of their former footsteps that her seeds will fall as the birds scatter them in their feeding frenzy.
On a hill like this, big sage loves to grow in footsteps. Footsteps of deer…
…or of photographers …
… it really maters not. She is big sage, and she owns this place all winter long.
We are hers.
In the Okanagan winter, conversations should be centred around her light. Just ask the redpolls.