A Clockwork Blossom
A litter of soiled and trampled flowers marks the territory of a Mayflower tree that stains an otherwise immaculate jogging track. Could mother nature afford the penalty the municipality would enforce upon such miscreants? May is here and with it dawns the flower laden canopies of the Delonix Regia aka the Poinciana or Mayflower tree.
in the desert is what most would associate summer with, yet when one is in
the vicinity of these majestic trees, in a place such as Zabeel park,
the severity of the sun is undone. The Poinciana however, with its
radiant red flourish celebrates the end of a balmy spell and heralds the
arrival of a more ruthless one. Wonder how Nature manages time so
certainly need to take lessons from it.
Another peculiarity (a
vivid childhood observation while walking to school) that always drew
me fondly to the Delonix, is how its petals stood apart. Unlike most
flowers that sprout their petals in unison, the Delonix extends its
sensory appendages, geometrically, like a toddlers fingers delicately
outstretched in bewilderment.
Photographs taken at Zabeel park, Dubai.
Illustrations by the talented botanical artist Shevaun Doherty.