Coming back from a walk with Lucy a couple of days ago and there was a lot of noise above us. It was parrots flying out of the trees which are in bloom. We have one in our yard which we planted but ours is not flowering yet.
The birds really love the flowers and when the tree is in full bloom, it is a mass of yellow.
We call ours Max's tree and our little dog that we brought up here with us is buried under the tree. She was seventeen when we moved and I think the heat was the last straw for her. She was suffering so we had her put down, awful thing to have to do but we didn't want to see her in pain. Warren brought her home from the vets and bought the tree which didn't have a name on it. We thought that was fitting as Max/Maxine had been dumped on the side of the road during holidays.
I keep looking at Max's tree but no flowers yet
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