Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I call these Pink Ladies of Malibu, although I believe someone told me their real name.
So I`ll stick with my AKA.
These blooms are found in the hills here, & in overgrown areas of untended gardens.
Maybe I like them because they seem to have an independant streak.
They seem to, all of a sudden, present themselves, as if they know that even without an invitation, they would never be turned away.
These were shot last summer I think. It`s been raining here for a couple of days, & revisiting these blosoms is a preview of what this welcome rain will bring.
The black hills will soon be an emerald green also. The cycle of nature here, although over time is a regular one, the individual chords of it are often seemingly catastrophic. Those times are fast forgotten, when the hills are born again in wildflower pastels.
I hid a sig on some of the linked images while leaving a few images with a discernable one. See if you can find the hidden ones.
Have a nice day.
Oh, wave at someone. They`ll wave back if you have the proper smile on.