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Palm trio



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  1. They are all pretty especially with the sun dancing on them. We have the berry ones in our yard.

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    1. There are sure lots of palms up north. I got quite sick of them in the end. I said to my hubbie I would never put a palm in my garden, then I remembered we already had one!! A very tall skinny thing so high up and in a jungle corner of my garden I have not even noticed if it gets fruit.

      Those berry ones are very attractive. I think my favourite however is the one with greyish leaves like in the bottom shot, just because it stands out from the rest.

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  2. Just caught up on the trip, it has brought back many wonderful memories of a family road trip when younger.
    Great photos telling a wonderful story.

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    1. I did a trip up there with my parents when I was 15. I remember very little of the detail of that trip so everything from this one was new.

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