The first year we lived in our house, we planted a crepe myrtle in our front yard. To make an impact right away, we bought a decent sized tree, large enough that we couldn’t carry it home in our car. The guys from the nursery delivered and planted it on Thanksgiving Day which we thought was strange timing. Of course because of that, we never forgot the day it joined our yard.
Unfortunately, our crepe myrtle was always a poor performer. She never bloomed very well.
Until this summer.
Of course this summer, the summer we decided to move, our crepe myrtle is putting on a gorgeous show with heavy hot pink blossoms visible from both our downstairs and upstairs porches.
Maybe she’s happy because of this summer’s below normal temperatures (and by below normal I mean 95 degrees instead of 105 degrees).
Or perhaps our above average rainfall is responsible for her enthusiasm.
Maybe she’s doing her part to improve curbside appearance, trying to help us sell the house?
Or maybe she’s just saying goodbye as we prepare to walk away.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Zac Brown Band, As She’s Walking Away