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.
3 comments:
Fairy skirts because I've seen them twirl. lol. Or maybe I was twirling.
Must be a pretty garden.
I've felt the same thing and think that's an effect the fairies conjure to throw people off.
Thanks lots, Elizabeth!
They do lend themselves to becoming twirling skirts.
Another great ten sentence tale.
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