I have to remember to look up.  There they were.  We walk that way often.  Above us, bright in the late morning sun, something new.  So like pea-pods.   And the pure white bleached flower, almost as intense as the sun itself.   Dancing nonchalantly in the wind, tantalizing and taunting, and very tricky to photograph with just a phone camera.  But here they are, for you, courtesy of our desert-meets-the-ocean climate.