Lone palm and cumulus cloud
I love palm trees. They make me happy. They remind me of vacations in exotic places or maybe just those sultry, hot, Texas nights in San Antonio when we used to go to the Officer’s Club at Fort Sam Houston to dance with America’s finest.
I see palm trees and I think of drinks by a pool filled with turquoise water and I can almost smell the ubiquitous scent of the Coppertone lotion that glistened on sleek, tanned bodies. I can hear the dry palm fronds clattering in the warm evening winds. So tropical! So romantic!!
I love the way palm trees always grow by the ocean…except when they grow in the desert, of course. And I still love them in the desert where fulgent bunches of red or yellow dates droop by the armloads and the way their shadows splay a welcome respite over the golden sand, the way their mere presence seems to welcome you to paradise.
Sunset with Palm trees in Kerala India
Palm trees tower over rice paddies in Kerala India
Mission San Buenaventura in Ventura, California