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No one has guessed the bloom correctly yet. Time to up the ante. A sack of Bentley’s Balls and 6, no 8 flies that will catch trout. There is a clue in the original post that may help with the answer…. if you observe.
As a fly angler, it is helpful to continue to improve upon the skills of observation if greater success at angling is part of the goal. Every time you set foot into the environ that shelters and feeds the sub-surface swimmers that we are drawn to, something new or different, no matter how small, should be committed to memory. As the small details and variables are sorted and catalogued it eventually becomes apparent how tightly interwoven the web of life is. The relationships between our own species is complicated enough, but to un-mix and clarify the entire slurry of life into a picture we can clearly interpret is a quest yet un-achieved. There is one thing clear to me though. The loss of individual pieces that connect one life to another causes the picture to change. All life, it appears, has the ability to adapt to change to some extent, but the extreme stress we as a species are placing on the whole of life will reach a point far beyond the means of life’s adaptability. The picture at that point will not resemble the beauty that we are privileged enough to view every day, if we choose to see it. Well before the picture becomes ugly I hope we all can become better observers and modify our own behavior.
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Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackIt’s clearly the American nice smelling white flower.
It appears to be Robinia pseudoacacia (Black Locust). Small thorns around the buds. Clusters of fragrant white flowers that will develop into flat pea pods. The flower shape is typical of legumes.
DING, DING, DING!
Doc, you are the first correct answer. I will email you so you can send me your address. I will send along your prize.
I had forgotten how stunning the bloom of the Black Locust could be until it was pointed out by the client in the picture. The blooming trees behind the lady casting are all Black Locust. I mistakenly identified them from a distance as one of the native cherry’s because one was blooming in my yard. Upon closer examination at the urging of my client I realized I had misidentified the tree. The lesson learned was one of observation, or more, taking the time to observe more closely was duly noted. Thanks Nancy!
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