Random thoughts on bottlebrush trees

I'm lucky to live in a neighborhood lined with bottlebrush trees.  For the first time this week, I looked -- really looked -- at the bark.  Another source of textured joy.   Perhaps, the photo above is what the bottlebrush sees as me walking by. 

Anyway, makes me wonder what else I'm not deeply observing.  The texture of carrots, subtle ridges of a Persian cucumber, paper-skin of a garlic bulb.  Wonder is the juice of haiku -- both poetry & feline.  And most certainly, Pantone should create a bottlebrush red.