The French Fry bush is in full bloom. The wind blows through and scatters the tiny white blossoms on my head and arms and feet as I practice my yoga. Lu joined me this morning and did her yoga, a s l o w dance around the perimeter of the deck, her back festooned with French Fry blossoms.
The lair is a holy place, that smells like french fries.
Planting Along The Verge 
We must have that plant as well becomes sometimes, yes, the air smells of French Fries. What a beautiful picture.
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Well… I just dropped evah thang and ran over here when my blog roll said … Dances with French Fries..
lol ~ great picture! a plant with a french fry smell? I never.
Have I missed a picture of this plant?
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i love that photo of the women. what does the french fry plant look like?
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Ms Moon, at first I thought it was just me having a french fry craving fit. But no. Do you have the grape scented tree too? Scurfy Pea I think it's called.
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Carolyn, I know. I drop everything when food is mentioned too. I will have to post a picture of this tormenting bush.
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Angella the bush looks like a regular ole bush with tiny white blossoms but it's not as innocent as it looks!
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I never heard or smelled a french fry bush before. One day I'm going to dance on the beach like that.
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Kristin, the french fry bush is something. Hard to do yoga sometimes with that smell.
Dancing like that on the beach….wouldn't it be lovely.
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