Purple was my late Masaní's favorite color, brown too. But purple was her jam. When I see purple in nature I'm reminded of her. Masaní taught us a lot about plants. When we were kids, she would make us go with her to check on the sheep. We would follow her through the fields, along the dirt roads, and across the dried up arroyos. All the while, Masaní would ramble off the names of plants in Navajo and note their purpose. I would try my hardest to remember them all, because at the end of our walk she would quiz us. I could never remember them all.