HERE IN THE MIDWEST US, WE CALL 'EM COTTON BALLS.
THEY BLOOM EVERY YEAR ROUND THIS TIME.
A VERY DELICATE FLOWER.
NOT GOOD FOR CUTTIN'--NOT GOOD FOR NOTHIN'
THE SLIGHTEST BREEZE WILL KNOCK 'EM OFF THE TREE.
AND THEN THEY JUST DISAPPEAR LIKE THEY WERE NEVER THERE. THE BLOOMIN' COTTON BALLS.
I love ANY white flower! At least you don't have to rake up fallen, dried petals!!! Lovely pics.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos and great humor. Bonnie's right--no raking.
ReplyDeleteBonnie, Hallie, I'd give anything to rake anything right now. I do not recall a winter with such continuous precipitation. I look outside every morning and I wonder if I'm not in Minneapolis--not that Minneapolis isn't a lovely city, but it really is visited best in the summer. The Walker is a museum treat.
ReplyDeleteThey are very beautiful. I love your photos.
ReplyDeleteEvelyn you are very kind. Your photographs are my inspiration.
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