… at least that’s what Mama led me to believe about fuchsia flowers. She always said they looked like little ballet dancers with their tutus, dancing feet and pointed toes. I always thought the same. What do you think?
Growing up in the heat of California’s Southern Central Valley, I remember Mama trying year after year to keep a fuchsia plant alive. And year after year after year they would overheat or flat out burn and die.
But here in the moderate Northwest climate, fuchsia grows wild, free and joyously in all sorts of variegations. And every time I see it, I think of Mama’s little dancing girls.
This past weekend we were out and about showing off our fair city, and I had the opportunity to take a few pictures of these lovely ladies, so I thought I’d share today.
Lovely, graceful, colorful dancing girls …