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The palm tree of Idaho :) (Some might beg to differ) When I was little I hated sage brush because it meant ticks and work. But as I spent more time out in the sage brush I slowly came to appreciate it. After it has just rained the smell of sage brush is ambrosia. My dad told us stories of when he was on his mission in Virginia. People would have sage brush planted in their front yard and whenever my dad was feeling homesick he would pick some and smell it. I'm sure it took him right back to his sheep herding days :)