Corpse Flowers Tale

This is the tale about rare flowers, and more specific on a Corpse Flower. There are two types in the world; the Titan Arum and the Rafflesia. Seek them out at http://listverse.com/2011/10/25/top-10-incredibly-rare-flowers/

Then read this tale.

Pollens withheld please. We do not want to have hybrids please. An advisory from the Wild Preservation of Flowers of the World.

When spring is in full swing, there is no denying how beautiful the world looks. The trees get new leaves and with them come an array of colorful flowers. Butterflies and hummingbirds are everywhere as the sombre winter mood lifts. It’s my personal favorite time of the year.

Well, it was then.

That new 'tenant' named Titan Arum or it placed itself on the palate for us as Amorphophallus titanum. It said it was derived from the meaning in ancient Greek as "without form or misshapen" phallus with the emphasis on gigantic. I disliked these show offs with their erectile stance.

Thats me, I am the Rafflesia; a ill defined distant cousin of that, just because we shared the same body scent that attracted the flies and beetles. I seen dung from the cows does the same, but I can assured you mine are aromatic in its diverse combination; called it organic unprocessed would be appropriate. I looked to my neighbor; we are in the rare plants section, with controlled atmosphere setting and timed humidity levels.

My neighbor is a darling; the Middlemist Camelia. She always shaded in red and looked radiant. She went 'missing' for sometime; the last to moved over to the other world, they were upset being ignored by the rest. Poor thing like the few of us, being overtaken by the carnations, roses and lilies. And those creepy weeds; they get into your stem and who knows what they leave there.

"Hi Red. You looked dead gorgeous." Red looked at me, and moved her petals away.

"Anyone to you is dead gorgeous. Do you mind the dropping the expression? I am past tired of being referred to as dead. My own breed are in the other side with the wide fields, and here I am stuck in a green house with corpse like you." Red was a bit uptight of being left in the migration plan. She was given the standing order to stayed back and await their return in full bloom. They found her half dead in some remote island and brought her here to recover.

"I know. That Titan since its stalked up, the smell was unbelieving." I replied with my petals throbbing.

"Yeah, since it refused your invitation to pollinate. You went on a recluse." I knew my distant cousin was a self reformer, but that statement from Red was way below the stem. I turned my focus to across the walkway. There was Ghost Orchid over there standing tall. Now he's a real cousin, born and bred but given the wrong DNA to be a strand like.

"Hi Ghosty. Looking for something?" Ghosty rather shy, which accounted for his missing years.

"Shush it! Them pesky flies are it again. I can't stand them. Dropping their pollens which I don't need. Who ever needs those when I am sterile most nights." I do sympathize with Ghosty. Like Titan, he had his days when he become the opposite and wham bang, its done. I shipped my petals to the other neighbor.

Yellow and Purple Lady Slippers or Cypripedium calceolus was drying her slippers in the sun. She's a dainty one with her leaves and stylish shaped of slippers. Unfortunately, she loved those fungus more. Among us, we have a name for her; the black widow. It was rumored that the she killed the fungus in her feeding frenzy. But I knew her well; they are symbiotic. The fungus likes it when it stayed at the bottom.

"Heavy night, huh, Slip?" Slippers looked to me.

"Look, just because you opened your flaps does not mean you are entertaining. I heard the cactus feigned water sickness on your last invite. Do us all a favor; get a odor refresher." What was it with my neighbors. Last Spring, we were still exchanging moisture from the humidifier and this season, it was all about dry air. Then I spied the new comer into our section.

"Hey, how did you get here?" I hollered to the Titan Arum who was relocated here. "You were supposed to be in the most rare section. The ancient deep end of our section."

"Not any more. They found a few more of my relatives in the wilds. We been elevated to the rare now, cousin." I disliked the tone on the last word. Well, if you can moved your neighbors, you moved yourself. I am filing a report of poisoning by near proximity to the Guardians. It either they move me, or I am extinct soon.

Sure beats being told how you smell daily. Dung heads they are.