It was a dark and stormy monsoon night last summer when the little pomegranate tree came to my yard. I wasn't sure at first how well it would transplant but my son dug the hole nice and deep and I hoped for the best. This Spring, the first flowers fooled me- I thought they were fruit- until a reader corrected me. The flowers have a leathery covering that splits open to reveal a bright orange bloom. When it dies, the bottom is the beginning of the fruit- or so it seems to me. This will be the first time I've watched the flower to fruit miracle for a pomegranate- hope you enjoy the pictures.