This is the kind of magical place that dates come from. That fruit that has sustained Bedouin and other nomadic desert tribes for millennia. In the midst of the deserts west of Muscat, Oman, I stumbled across this surreal forest, and found relief from the heat and fodder for my imagination. Everyone should dream in a date palm grove one day. Or plant a stand of Phoenix dactylifera in their own California garden. 
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One wonders how long does it take to walk under a grove of meture dates with an under story of olives and banana.
ReplyDeleteLonger then my life would allow still I dream about it as an eternal optimist would
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