Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Gray Wolf Overnight — Wherein vascular plants are encountered.

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.

Rhododendron leaves.

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?

Another rhododendron.

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.