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Friday, August 03, 2007
Phriday Photo Op
Every morning I've been getting up and saying, "I should get a picture of that cactus in the backyard while it's still in bloom."
Thanks for the picture. Of all the things I miss most about my native California is the variety of cactus and the unusual and sometimes sporadic blooming of them. Well, maybe what I miss most about my native California is looking out my back window and seeing Mt. Lukens (sp.?) in La Crescenta, or driving to the beach on a warm summer day, or hiking up a trail at Mt. Waterman, or a drive up Angeles Crest Highway, or a trip up Highway 1 to Carmel, or the fog rolling in over the hills of San Francisco. Now you've made me homesick.
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Thanks for the picture and the inspiration to pull out my camera for the cactus we have blooming right now. Happy day off!
ReplyDeleteGerti
THAT is a kick-ass cactus. It would pair beautifully with my FrankenStalk!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the picture. Of all the things I miss most about my native California is the variety of cactus and the unusual and sometimes sporadic blooming of them.
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe what I miss most about my native California is looking out my back window and seeing Mt. Lukens (sp.?) in La Crescenta, or driving to the beach on a warm summer day, or hiking up a trail at Mt. Waterman, or a drive up Angeles Crest Highway, or a trip up Highway 1 to Carmel, or the fog rolling in over the hills of San Francisco.
Now you've made me homesick.
A sinner saved by God's Grace.
Jim from Michigan