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Nearly spring


It's nearly spring and some of the wildflowers are doing their thing.  We were not towing the van so I could ask the driver to stop to let me take closer look.  I was surprised to find the fields of white flowers were paper daisies.




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  1. I find it amusing that when it's nearly spring you already have flowers blooming. We don't have flowers here north of Toronto until well into spring. ;)) The fields looks so pretty dressed in white and yellow.

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    1. yes our climate is very different from yours. In Australia Spring starts from the 1 st of the month not the 20th or thereabouts. And we have lots of flowers appearing before that. These were actually taken when there was still severa
      Breeks of winter to go.

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  2. Even during August we were getting the odd day or so up in the 20s. Enough to encourage red-blooded plants.

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