June brings an abundance of color to the Southern landscape with our hearty, graceful heritage plants, the crape myrtle. I love the deeply hued varieties, rather than white or pale pink or lavender. The bushes grow into lovely small trees if one can resist any pruning other than removing suckers.
We had six clusters of three each planted at our country home 35 years ago. Not all survived, but several had evolved into truly lovely canopies of shade, perfect for a picnic spot. Alas, that was the year the tree-cutters arrived, clearing space for utility wires. And we couldn’t spoil the symmetry, so we had them all trimmed back. We also lost a stately old magnolia tree that year. What a shame ….