From our yard we can see the beautiful desert scrub hills that rise up around Klamath Falls. On “K Hill,” (where a large white K has been arranged) we can see one juniper. We hiked up to it; I was surprised at how big it was in person. I asked my three-year-old daughter what we should name it, and after proposing and then rejecting various silly names like “Junifer” she decided that it should be called “Nothing.” I feel like she is right in some kind of zen way, but I don’t understand it yet. She tried a berry and said “It tastes too strong of the way it smells.” We brought home some fallen branches and put them in a bowl.