crimson bustling bristles

bursting forth

spreading misty powdered love

remind me of home in a time and a place that

maybe never really was.

perhaps never was.

i climbed it’s branches in my youth,

i now only scamper with my thoughts and memories.

bustling bursts of hue.

Blooming Bottlebrush trees always reminds me of my youth growing up in Miami.  The blossoms would come out and a green tree suddenly becomes red.  That yellow pollen that are on the individual needle points would just get everywhere, but it didn’t matter we loved the ones that were at our houses, and on our streets.

Today I saw one on my way home.  I remember seeing it last year too.  I actually got too close to it last year trying to get a macro photograph that I got yellow pollen on my lens.  This year, I got close.  Not close enough to touch the pollen, but close enough to reveal a bit of the inner beauty of the Bottlebrush tree.

Such an unusual flower.  Nature is truly full of wonder.  I am amazed by the variety and the ability for nature to thrive.

These are just Jacob Schere’s Bottlebrush memories.

Red.  Big bright bushy red.  The kind of red that only appears in dreamtime. I hadn’t seen the the scarlet color of the Bottle brush tree since I was a youth in Miami, Florida.  The yellow pollen from the thousands of trees would form haphazard swirls on the floor.  I was quite surprised to be wandering back to Shin Urayasu station when my mouth dropped in awe of those vision from times passed.

Time passes to red blurs with yellow powder sprinkles.