It’s easy to forget that where I live was once the Old West. The cowboys and stagecoaches are gone, and few saloons remain. But there I was on the trail today, drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
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Tian
January 27, 2015 at 5:23 pm
The reason tumbleweeds tumble is to spread their seeds around. They started out as an invasive species from Russia, maybe 150 years ago or something like that. The tumbling around in the winds has spread their seeds all over our world since then.
ladyfleur
January 27, 2015 at 10:08 pm
I had no idea. Is the American West that much like Russia?