Washington, D.C. has its cherry blossoms. Pasadena, the purple jacarandas. In Miami, the signature flowering tree would have to be something loud, gorgeous and the color of sin: the royal poinciana.
The trees are from Madagascar - transplants like so much of South Florida. But they fit right in. I've been spotting them all around town. They are gorgeous.
I took a special walk along the historic South Miami Avenue to admire the poincianas' return to glory there.
On the avenue, the poincianas are blooming for the first time in two decades. People blamed obnoxious lights by the Florida utility for confusing the trees' cycle so much they couldn't flower. Lo and behold, the utility changes the lights and the trees return in blazing glory.
A rhapsody in red, as the story in the Herald describes it.
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