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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
If my dad were alive he would be 105 years old today. Catalpa trees always make me think of Dad's birthday. This is actually a bit odd, because most catalpa bloom during the first week of July, which is when I took these pictures, just off a road I traveled doing the paper route.
But at the house where I grew up, we had a catalpa tree that bloomed later than any other catalpa I've ever known, and it was always blooming on Dad's birthday, July 22.
The catalpa has become naturalized in North America, although it was originally an ornamental. The blossoms and leaves are both huge. No real botany lesson today. I'm just enjoying the memories of my dad.
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