Cottonwood Flora

Today was the 1st (since the accident) I had the energy to amble about.

Naught much exciting. One has to stop periodically to pluck the catclaw from one's legs; the thorns, embedded in the skin, break off from the plant Some people might think of wearing pants, but I eschew such provincial measures.

There're several varieties (of catclaw). These, there're LOTS of each, are laden with pods about an inch long.

 

Then there's a wild honeysuckle. Well, you know, its smell, though faint, is distinctly honeysuckle-esque. So, it COULD be honeysuckle.

And then there was this...covered with fuzzies.

Catclaw...far & wide.

It sure was nice to get up and move again.