Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
I love wisteria. Takes me back to my childhood.
ReplyDeleteI like it too except it climbs up our trees and flowers on the neighbours side of the fence and forgets ours.
DeleteLove the pattern the dappled light and scattered petals makes.
ReplyDeleteDappled light says relaxation to me.
DeleteYou are a long way from home.
ReplyDeleteWith a caravsn home can be any place.
DeleteNot ususal to see blooms no near the soil on this plant.
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