A month ago, I even wrote an entry in a journal about it: Studying the flamboyants for signs that they are going to flower. Strange, but I carry around a knot of stress, of fear, that they won't bloom. I so very much want to see a sea of red from our balcony.
Chiding myself for being silly, I got the binoculars and checked out the treetops. And lo and behold, buds!
Whew. I finally relaxed, and a couple of days later, my impatience was vanquished by the sight of the first flowers:
Then we left for a week to vacation on the Red Sea, and when we got back we had our very own wished-for sea of red awaiting us, just as I had hoped. Another name for flamboyants are flame trees, with good reason:
The fuzzy sparrow gives a rough idea of how big the flowers are:
Just visible on the left is a minaret of one of the nearby mosques we have the joy (just a wee bit of sarcasm) of hearing several times a day:
Billowing waves on a scarlet sea, or carnelian clouds...