I’m dreaming of a white bougainvillea

On the Trail

 

I know, I know—nearly everyone this time of year is humming that old chestnut, “White Christmas.” With apologies to the mellifluous Der Bingle, I’m dreaming of a white bugambilia.

My holiday heart is warmed by the recollection of a vast mounded bougainvillea plant (bugambilia in Spanish; bougie in slang). The plant was so smothered in white bracts (the actual flowers are tiny and insignificant) that not a jot of green foliage was visible.

When I first moved west and lived in very rust...

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