It happens every spring. No, not Ray Milland's pre-Flubber baseball-avoiding cream, but the blossoming desert willows, then the palo verdes, then the mesquites. It brings pollen along with the color. But as a last blast before the summer heat and winds dry up ever bit of brightness, it's really quite glorious.
Here is some of it from years past. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Ahhh yes, the "yellow season" in the Sonoran Desert, much kleenex will sacrifice its life in the aftermath. This too shall pass.
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Yes, it is beautiful. I experienced some of that in the desert southwest one year when we were doing the grand tour of national parks and monuments in September. The late summer rains made everything rebloom.
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Have to admit, I'd never heard of -- let alone seen -- that Ray Milland film. So, of course, I clicked on the link (expecting to be taken to a Wikipedia or IMDB page). But noooooo. Now my brain's about to crawl out of my head in horror.
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