I think I've struck a right chord with this shrub called Musical Notes. I bought it as a small plant last December thinking it to be a variety of Cleome. The person at the nursery couldn't tell me what it was. There were a few blooms and the sight of the long stamens was enough for me to decide it had to come with me!
It was only recently that I found out, after googling like one possessed, that it is actually a plant which comes from the same family as the Bleeding Heart Vine. It's Clerodendrum incisum a.k.a Musical Notes, Morning Kiss, and Witches'Tongue.
The buds look like musical notes, hence the name. Here, the buds are just starting to open up.
In full bloom. The blooms,in this case, lasted only for a day. It made me wonder whether the wind and rain that very night hastened their fall!!
Clerodendrum is a genus consisting of 400 tropical and sub- tropical trees,shrubs and vines, and herbaceous plants primarily from south-east Asia and Africa. Their general characteristics include showy flowers and a lack of tolerance to cold. The origin is Africa and it belongs to the family Verbenaceae. Clerodendrum incisum can be pro- pagated from cuttings and suckers.
I wonder how I didn't see the similarity. I also have two other members of the same family blooming right now!!
Like white strands of thread, the short-lived blooms lie scattered on the ground. The shrub is growing in full sun although I've read that it does well in partial shade too. It's growing pretty fast and for support I've planted it next to the Cordyline.
But as the last blooms fall, the new buds appear and the cycle continues. It's showtime again, folks!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau