I love the strong gestural line of their trunk. I love the branches for the varying lines they create, I love the negative space between the branches that creates those wonderful shapes of space in between. I love the myriad of textures and colors. I love the way they dance in the wind and create those swishing sounds. I love the spectacular seasonal changes, the seeds and flowers and leaves, I love the way the brand new bud of the spring leaf is always just behind the old leaf when it separates from the tree. I love the way the leaves fall to the earth, decay and create nutrients for the new leaves in the spring, and on and on and on....
Crepe Myrtle trees greet me each day when I arrive at school.
Like an old friend this crepe myrtle greets me each time I come home...