Shad flower

With my granddaughter in residence, we've been hitting the local hiking trails daily, and on our agenda today was a trek up Lantern Hill. Stasia has been a bit more pokey than usual, and she's been riding my shoulders more than she's been walking, so, since I really wasn't sure I could carry her all the way up slope, I used my best shaming technique: telling her that it was way too steep for her and I didn't think she could do it. "Oh yes I can," she insisted... and oh, yes, she did, leading the way and negotiating, all by herself, thank you very much, some really challenging pitches. On a cracker and water break, she noticed a beautiful flowering shrub. Stasia is in that wonderful "what's that?" phase, and I told her it was a Shad. "What's a Shad?" she asked. "A kind of fish," I replied. "That's not a fish," she said indignantly. "It's a little tree." "OK," I said. "We'll talk some more at the next rest break."