The poplar fluff blurred the path and softened every sharp line. At one point, a fallen branch forced a detour, and allowed a proper look at how the stuff grows. It's like super-fine cotton wool.
I have been wondering if these are actually poplars. Perhaps any aboricultural folk out there (Mazza, are you reading this?) might be able to tell me.
The cuckoo was back again, and as I approached Pavia, with a first sight of the Duomo and brick towers, much as ancient pilgrims would have seen,
the excitement grew as some very important gravel-working WG hove into view, and this is the shot the Bro would have taken.
The sex workers' huts which the guide book suggested I avoid, as a lone female, were not in evidence on the river bank, and I reached the covered bridge at Pavia as the bells rang for noon, just in time for my first pizza of the trip.
They look very much like poplars to me but I'm no authority. Was the pizza as good as it looked?
ReplyDeleteI agree, and today's research seems to back that up. But I didn't know that poplars did that furry stuff!
DeleteOh, and yes it was!
ReplyDeleteGreat WG! You didn’t mention the serial number of the machine though so I couldn’t enter it into my book.
ReplyDeleteMust have been uplifting to see the duomo appear on the horizon. Just put one foot in front of the other, brilliant effort so far! X
Eventually an answer from the tree guy,yes poplars they are :-)
ReplyDeletePizza looks delious x
Aaah, thanks, tree guy. I'm hoping that another follower will post a great story about that fluff shortly. And, yes, it was delicious.
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