It's called a Red-Tip Photinia and properly growned and cultivated, it could resemble this.
But whoever developed my plot of land just let it grow as a tree. A somewhat lazy tree, as you can see.
Actually, I rather like it. It seems to typify my attitude toward life these days. Relax. Rest. Take it easy.
But in amongst those leaves it's a more frantic time as new growth is put forth.
It looks a bit cannibalistic, don't you think?
Tendrils, groping, seeking the light. Letting nothing stand in their way.
This one looks like my face this morning. Needing a shave. Guess I'd better quit fooling around and get to it.
