fourteen years ago we planted a $8.99 10 gallon queen palm in the corner of our front yard. it was maybe 5′ tall at the time. sheltered from the canyon winds that whistle on the other side of our house, it’s been a real delight watching it grow. about 5 years ago, it got to be so tall that i had to get up on the roof to trim it. today, it’s close to 30′ tall & we have to have professionals come & take off the dead fronds.
when you walk down our driveway from the street you can now see it waving at you, “welcome home, welcome home,” it seems to whisper; the fronds duck & rustle & throw their head back, a stallion tossing its mane, “ride me, get on, let’s go for a spin.”
standing underneath it now & looking up at its joyousness, its revelry & its maturity (when it blooms, great drops of yellow fuzz burst out of a hard cone of palm bark, a philip treacy hat) it lifts you up off your feet with its sheer beauty, its living essence pulls you off the ground, your shoes drop off your feet & wrapped in its grecian robes, you dance & cavort amongst the ruins, no music (just its own) to interfere with your thoughts (isadora in your dreams.)
post script: i blame the flu shot i got today. my head is throbbing & is just painful enough to induce this mirage.