The Japanese fatsia is blooming! This is a big tropical-looking shrub that’s much hardier than it looks. Generally quite well-behaved and a good screening shrub. It’s also attracting some pollinators, like my neighbor’s honeybees! Image
The honeybees I expected, but there’s also a bunch of flies on it that I don’t recognize. Image
The flowers are impressively alien-looking, but honestly, it’s a shrub you grow for the foliage. Makes a nice screen, no maintenance, very well-behaved and doesn’t rampage everywhere. I’m a sucker for big leaves. Image
It’s also held up to having the native Zenobia growing near it, and that stuff riots here and pops up at random three feet away. I love it, but it can be a thug. Whoever said it was slow-growing may have been VERY optimistic.

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