This Rose of Sharon tree is the daughter of the original that grew near our place. She is not an only child, however! Several robust sisters surround her. The tree is prolific; each pollinated flower yields a hand full of seeds, and each tree produces thirty blossoms at least. In this case, it is fortunate the new trees are doing well, since carpenter ants finished off the mother plant.
My favorite memory of the original tree is an August evening’s gathering where six writers read their stories aloud, with the flowering Rose of Sharon as a splendid backdrop. As dusk fell, shadows flitted over the listeners’ heads. A murmur of surprise. I felt a light touch skim my hair. Bats! They harvested mosquitoes, adding mystery to the atmosphere. We laughed snd continued our party of words.
What baby plants or animals do you like?
¡Olé! Gracias for reading Fake Flamenco! -Rebecca
This post is part of Six Word Saturday.