Ocotillo! Ocotillo!
I always exclaim that when I see Ocotillo. It’s a fun word to say, first of all. And I’m starting to like the double-L = Y thing with Spanish and French. It particularly offended me in the context of attempting to build a reading knowledge of French. But even that duplicitously half-pronounced language has grown on me. Ocotillo! Ocotillo!
Check out the other pictures I’ve posted of Tucson’s bloom this spring:
Another Neurodivergent Queer Writes A Blog! 
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