Display The flowering tree has a botanical descriptor that should be on Tinder: “Leaves, palmately compound: leaflets—elliptic, pointed ends; trunk—bark rough, furrowed, grey. Flowers: pink, showy. Inflorescence: terminal and axillary corymbs. Fruits: dark-brown, cigar-like capsules.’ The desirability is in the details, personified and zooming in, ultra close and personal. It makes me want to cosy up. The tree is called a Rosy Trumpet Tree. And its flowering heralds the coming of the warmer days. Which seem more luscious, and more necessary to recognize this year. Each dawn feels like an affirmation, broadcast far and wide. Waking up and giving the…