Four years ago, in the spring of '06, my Dad and I planted this tree as our commemorative Mom Plant. Planting stuff is a way of commemorating that apparently works for me, but it's also something that seems to run in the family. My grandfather planted commemorative trees for both my mom and my grandmother in his front yard. He even had stone nameplates made for them: "Fay's Tree" and "Pam's Tree."
I can't remember what kind this one is. It looks sort of like a rose tree, but I don't think roses bloom in March and I also don't think there is a plant called a rose tree, and moreover it just looks like a flowering shrub that's been pruned to resemble a tree. Maybe it's a Crape Myrtle. (This is only a lazy internet guess. I really have no clue about identifying plants.)
In any case, while I've always known that the plant would flower seasonally, I've never been around to see it in bloom until this year. It's really something to behold: there are lots and lots of flowers, and the red is vivid and forthright enough that if you're looking at the plant from inside the house, you might believe it is summer.
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