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.