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hansatin said…
mmmmmmmmmmmm. lovely.
the other summer flower- bougainvillea, is sadly missing from the road that leads to me house, this year. new constructions, you cannot cut trees, but nobody said you can cut bushes.
There were bougainvillaeas there that had climbed up the trunks of tall trees and were flowering in those dark green shades, high above the ground. the other bushes would just hang out over the wall, bending under the weight of flowers and flowers and flowers in pinks and whites and sometimes a orange-yellow.
no bouganivilleas to pass by this summer!
December 15, 2007 at 12:00 AM
hansatin said…
this means you are back! when did you take this photograph?
December 15, 2007 at 12:51 AM
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