"Draba plucks no heartstrings. Its perfume, if there is any, is lost in the gusty winds. Its color is plain white. Its leaves wear a sensible woolly coat. Nothing eats it; it is too small. No poets sing of it. Some botanists once gave it a Latin name, and then forgot it. Altogether it is of no importance--just a small creature that does a small job quickly and well."
A Sand County Almanac
and Sketches Here and There
Aldo Leopold
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