This newest addition to my ever-growing collection of flora inside my lanai has taken over in more ways than one.
True, as an ornamental tree it is eager to claim new territory now that its roots have more space in a new pot. In three short weeks, it’s added an entire layer to the upper canopy, definitely making a presence as queen of that end of the patio. From her throne, she beckons me as a humble servant, demanding daily water to quench her thirst.
I’m sure the tree is a queen and not a king because those ruffled flowers hanging below don’t seem at all masculine. The showy display gives her the name Angels Trumpets. I haven’t heard any toots during the night; however, the recent light of the full moon may have made the angels a bit shy.
My respects to whomever named this species, but I see ladies skirts rather than trumpets. Flamenco skirts that flair at the bottom, kicking up ruffled underlayers when the dancing blossoms twirl in the breeze. Fairy skirts or angels trumpets—I definitely need to get up in the wee hours to see who plays among those entrancing flowers.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.