These old fruit trees, even with its gnarly old branches, still had new blooms sprouting from them.
The color of these blossoms was simply exquisite. The contrast of the old with the new truly glorious.
Growing up these flowers, the good ole’ pig-face, were some of the very first my mother planted in her garden of the home she’d had built. In absolutely no time there was so much color surrounding her new home on the east coast of Australia.
Imagine my surprise then when we were staying in southern Morocco and saw these colorful beauties growing abundantly in the fields. Of course I’ve since discovered these blooms are rather partial to growing in rocky, sandy conditions!
Never did I dare dream that not only would I fulfill my desire of traveling to Morocco (and spending a night in the Sahara Desert) but I would do so with my young children. What an amazing time we had with so many incredible experiences!
Here my two little darlings are enjoying some “down-time” with a game by the pool at Sawadi, our kasbah for the week we spent in Southern Morocco.
The Daily Post Photo Challenge this week is Beloved.