anyway the blossoms of this tree always remind me of my childhood.We had a large Mimosa tree that was growing on the edge of the yard. To me it was a summer happening-- it meant the long lazy days of summer were here for a while.
I loved that tree so much. To me it looked like a fairy house.. (see i loved fairy's even then) with the little flowers being the fairy clothes hanging on the clothes line to dry. I thought the little leaves (which curled up when you touched them) were a toy the fairy's left for me... sorta magic how they curled up and then came back to normal afterwards.
Mother always disliked that tree-- because the dying flowers made a mess in the yard, the sap made the car all sticky and they were hard to clean up.
But I did like that tree a whole lot.