christmas in May

cotton-like seeds drift by the roadside
The weather in the village was undoubtedly summery last week, but I still managed to take some rather Christmassy photos.
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male and female created he them

I posted a picture of what I mistakenly thought was a white laburnum a while back, and am amazed how many people have since turned up here after searching on that term.

It makes me think that other people may find this picture of male and female kiwi blossoms useful:

male kiwi flowers shown alongside female kiwi flowers
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white laburnum

Well, I thought it must be white laburnum, but I’ve had a look around the web, and find that it’s probably a black locust tree, which is also known as false acacia.

black locust tree blossom (white laburnum)
Whatever it is, the flowers are rather lovely, though I doubt there will many of them left after the torrential rain that seems to be obligatory in Semana Santa in Spain.

pruning, ploughing and punning

plum blossom close up

For the last week, the skies have been almost solid grey and the drizzle has only been interrupted by intermittend torrential rain and the occasional thunder storm. This has all come while the plum trees have been in full bloom, so I imagine we may not get much fruit this year as there have been few insects around to pollinate.
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hazy thoughts

Yesterday I complained that the weather had taken a turn for the worse. In fact it turned out that really I was just up too early for my own good: once the sun got up, the wind blew most of the clouds away.

This reminded me of the times when we would be on holiday at the seaside when I was a child and the days almost always seemed to start off looking unpromising. I remember my parents assuring us it was “only a heat haze”, and it’s true it often seemed to burn off by middle morning.

It’s perfectly clear that yesterday’s cloud wasn’t a heat haze, but it got me thinking about weather, about how vocabulary is so often tied to location, and about how both weather and the words we use for it have personal connotations.
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