All over our area stood dead Crape Myrtle bushes, someone even said so on television. Such a difficult winter. We just had to wait a bit longer. Two of the bushes traveled back from Virginia with me a very long time ago- I had found them on clearance during a mountain trout fishing trip when we visited a local grocery for supplies. Not long ago, the fellow up the road had taken his down to the ground, dug up the roots, and planted grass. We were about to do the same but finally a bud appeared. Then another and another. It may be June before it is fully leafed out and I doubt we will see flowers this year.
I like the simplicity of this shot, I got luck with the focus with this one. It’s interesting to follow the razor thin band of focus across the brown smooth bark.
“You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories.”
― Garrison Keillor,
Pontoon: A Novel of Lake Wobegon