Category Archives: Crepe Myrtles
Last week I was in the Hall Office Park in Frisco, Texas taking photos of micropuddles. I found this shovel, handle-less and covered in concrete and rust. I filled its bowl with water and took its portrait.
This week I returned and the shovel was still there. I claimed it as my own.
It rained all day Sunday. After church I took the shovel to my own office park and took it’s portrait in various poses.
Here it is gratefully receiving the runoff from a storm drain:
On some blooming monkey grass:
Atop a holly bush:
Embraced by Asian jasmine:
On Colorado River rocks:
Under a crepe myrtle:
And on a bed of lantana:
I now keep the shovel on the front seat of my car. I keep a jug of water in the car at all times so that I can take its portrait when promising venues present themselves.
Just when the temperatures here in Texas approach 100, just when all of the tender plants begin to burn up, the glory of crepe myrtles begins.
All through my town crepe myrtles are a riot of color. Hot pink, magenta, maroon, soft pink and lavender crepe myrtles line the medians and trumpet their joy.
The ones in my front yard are deepest pink.
The ones in my back yard are white, as you can see. When I pull out of the garage, while waiting for the garage door to close, I am greeted with a pendant branch of one of my back yard crepe myrtles, right by my window. If I lower the window I can smell a light perfume from the flowers.
I am so grateful for all of the crepe myrtles. As we enter REALLY HOT summer, the crepe myrtles will bloom until fall. They will delight and sustain me through the long hot summer.