This is a series about the neighborhood flowers and flowering trees that I saw and enjoyed on my walk in the neighborhood during the stay at home months. Many of the flowers I don’t know much about and depend on Google lens to get a name. If there are mistakes, apologize for my ignorance.
Near our house there is a small creek that runs nearly dry during the summer months. The creek is bordered on one side by a road and the other side a gravel road cum trail maintained by the water district. The creek is fenced in on both sides by chain link fences. Between the road and the fence are many trees and wildflowers that start blooming during spring. I am not sure if some of these flowering plants are really wild or originally planted by the developers when the subdivision was planned some fifty years back. To me it looks wild now, hiding the creek from the road. There are quite a few bottlebrush plants by the roadside. For once I can say that the name is quite appropriate as any one can see the similarity with a bottlebrush. I am happy that the color is not white. Crimson really brings up the contrast.
Did the inventor
In a rush
Took the idea from nature
And named you bottlebrush
poppy blooming season. Last few years were a disappointment due to paucity of rain. This year we had very good rains during February and March and I was hopeful that this would be a boom season. I was not disappointed. 
the flowers ( I think he likes to chase the bees). He had been hiking this trail every year for last nine years with me. By the time I started, it was already mid morning and it was getting warm.
I did not see any horses yesterday morning, there were many bikers as usual. The rail had cut deep gullies on the middle of trail making it difficult for the bikers to navigate. With Skooby I had to be extra careful to ensure that he was not in the path of oncoming bikes coming down hill. 
home. This entrance to the park was opened only last year, the old entrance being about four miles from my home. The trail from one entrance to the other over the hills is about eight miles one way. By the time I hit the trails, it was already around two thirty pm and I knew that I won’t be able to cover the full trail. A sixteen mile round trip is nearly a day long hike and not even advisable to hike alone in the hills for such a long hike. 
Calero Reservoir meanders along keeping company till it empties out cascading into Calero Reservoir in a man made waterfalls. There were wildflowers but not that it lit up the hills. 
hiking. Bright, sunny morning with a cool breeze. A morning when you don’t feel the necessity of sunscreen to keep the sun away from your face, but rather want the golden rays to kiss your face to warm you up. Neither I was lonely, rather enjoying the company of my better half and our lovely, four legged companion, Skooby. Three’s Company, indeed.
As spring will slowly make its way to summer and the landscape will start to become golden brown, lovely wildflowers will give way to dried grass. Better to enjoy when I can.
luminescent, fluttering wings catching the sun rays. I think they also must have realized how short lived nature’s bounty is going to be. I tried to emulate their example and enjoy nature as much as I can. But from time to time, I could not restrain myself from trying to capture the abundance all around me in the confines of my 
digital camera. What a waste of time and futile attempt to confine the panoramic canvas in a few megapixels of digital memory. Try as I may, I could not do justice to what my eyes had seen in my photographs. I will never be Wordsworth and I realized that I am a lousy photographer of nature.
Fleeting Muse 