Nana bought us this frangipani at the Royal Hospital for Women's fortnightly markets while the littlies were still in the neonatal intensive care unit. Due to various events (always involving David, but variously involving a soccer ball, a toy helicopter, and parts of his body) it has always been snapped at a critical growth point. This year, however, the distraction of his own perfect son has meant there has not been the same level of frolicking in our backyard, and this beautiful plant has flowered for the first time.Now it is Penelope's backyard that is suffering ;-)
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