I couldn't stop taking photos of palm trees when we were in San Diego. Maybe because at home in Seattle I knew the temperatures had dipped and snow was on its way. Maybe because winter has seemed so so long this year. Maybe it's just because palms are fantastically enticing, like a firework that shoots straight up and lets loose with an explosion of spiky green fronds.
I just know that, to me, palm trees are exotic and mean vacation. As much as you can vacation while staying in an old folks home with two kids and a bottle of red wine hidden in your dresser. Yeah. But there was a pool!
You're right. Palm trees totally mean vacation.
Posted by: magpie | February 26, 2011 at 02:23 PM
I love Palm trees, too! We never see them unless it's vacation time.
Posted by: m | February 27, 2011 at 11:54 AM
"like a firework that shoots straight up and lets loose with an explosion of spiky green fronds."
Wonderful!
And yes, they really do equal vacation... no palm trees here in Northern Virginia. (I think a bottle of tequila might be easier to keep in a dresser drawer...)
Posted by: kcinnova | February 27, 2011 at 05:18 PM
For us, palm trees mean baby scorpions!
Posted by: glasseye | February 28, 2011 at 06:28 PM
I love palm trees and the word "fronds". Yikes about the scorpions!!
Posted by: Catherine | February 28, 2011 at 11:45 PM
I love palm trees too! But I have to ask why you were vacationing in an old folks home? Or is that just a figure of speech?
Posted by: Nancy | March 05, 2011 at 05:47 AM