I see Paris. I see France. I see various under-plants.
Strangely, at this moment, I have nothing to say.
I am squeakless.
Circa 1600, from French rhododendron and directly from Latin rhododendron, from Greek rhododendron, literally "rose-tree," from rhodon "rose".
Yeah. A flower. They grow wild here. On bushes. Go figure.
Sometimes, when you look at them, they make sense.
Also known as a heap of stones. Though in this case I'll take gentle exception to that characterization.
How about you?
Once you've seen one, you've seen one, unless you've seen more. For a guy from the High Plains, this is a deal. A big deal. On the High Plains there is not a thing such as this. Any where.
And now, The End. For today.