The fringe tree near the pump house is in full bloom this week.
Fringe tree is a native tree that really shines this time of year. After these flowers, will come small fruits that go from green to black.
Last night, in the still quiet air, Bear and I paused near the fringe tree while he pondered the meaning of a distant coyote yip.
As I stood there, a faintly sweet perfume caught my attention.
In all these years, I had never really smelled any fringe tree fragrance, but it was there last night.
I learn so much when Bear takes me for a walk.