Thanks to so many reminders from new friends on Bindu Wiles project, I had a mini celebration with my camera around the ranch.
the lovely young Finch adores the scrub-grass bush with endless,long, branches that must feel made for him. Its fuzzy blooms ,the deserts version of a pussy willow,abound this year following our highest rainfall in a decade in the drought ridden Mojave. These thousand of fuzzy white balls add a much needed softness against
Our date bush is over flowing with the sweet fruit,not quite ready for picking. Rest assured by July our avian friends will begin to feast on the fruit. The wrought iron fence almost turquoise,as the setting sun illuminates it. The only outcome of our "hose painting plunder" from now 2 summers ago,that actually makes my eyes happy. No elaboration on that event today ,which is actually still this event,as the interior colors ended in great visual dissatisfaction,that have yet to be repainted; thus, I am reminded everyday...but ---I move on... for now
The collage maker in Picassa made this image too small to get the full effect;but, the thickness of the lush,canopy our Pomegranate Tree provides, stays shaded all of the scorching desert day,until this magic time,as the sun moves downward in the west, throwing spotlights through the tiny breaks in green, highlighting the newly drying blooms that fall like red snow stars when the Santa Ana winds blow and rustle our tree. The next phase is the ripening of the Pomegranate fruit .
Finally,yet another rose,budding on what I refer to as our Miracle Rose Bush. She was planted lovingly by the original owners of our ranch,over 20 years ago and blooms year round regardless of rainfall. We never know what color each bloom will be. The not knowing makes each appearance even more precious.
the lovely young Finch adores the scrub-grass bush with endless,long, branches that must feel made for him. Its fuzzy blooms ,the deserts version of a pussy willow,abound this year following our highest rainfall in a decade in the drought ridden Mojave. These thousand of fuzzy white balls add a much needed softness against
Our date bush is over flowing with the sweet fruit,not quite ready for picking. Rest assured by July our avian friends will begin to feast on the fruit. The wrought iron fence almost turquoise,as the setting sun illuminates it. The only outcome of our "hose painting plunder" from now 2 summers ago,that actually makes my eyes happy. No elaboration on that event today ,which is actually still this event,as the interior colors ended in great visual dissatisfaction,that have yet to be repainted; thus, I am reminded everyday...but ---I move on... for now
The collage maker in Picassa made this image too small to get the full effect;but, the thickness of the lush,canopy our Pomegranate Tree provides, stays shaded all of the scorching desert day,until this magic time,as the sun moves downward in the west, throwing spotlights through the tiny breaks in green, highlighting the newly drying blooms that fall like red snow stars when the Santa Ana winds blow and rustle our tree. The next phase is the ripening of the Pomegranate fruit .
Finally,yet another rose,budding on what I refer to as our Miracle Rose Bush. She was planted lovingly by the original owners of our ranch,over 20 years ago and blooms year round regardless of rainfall. We never know what color each bloom will be. The not knowing makes each appearance even more precious.
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