Last year, my next door neighbor came over with a stick in a bucket and offered it to me. "Wow" I thought...how thoughtful? He claimed it was a crepe myrtle that was growing where he didn't want it and was going ot throw it away. Instead, he thought I might like to have it. Trust me when I tell you that this stick in a bucket was just that, nothing more. A crepe myrtle though...."OK" I said, "I'll try it". In the ground it went. Unsure if it would live or die, be big or puny, ugly or pretty, I sort of stuck it in where I could fit it just to see what happened. Well, low and behold, it did grow last summer, but not into anything significant or substantial, and it certainly never bloomed. Honestly, I was beginning to question whether or not it was really a crepe myrtle. Fast forward to this summer and my once stick in a bucket transformed into a relatively prominent shrub in my landscaping. While it hadn't yet bloomed, I had determined that indeed it is a crepe myrtle and that I might just have to find a bigger home next year. Last night, long after crepe myrtle season has hit its peak, I stepped outside to see that my lovely stick in a bucket had bloomed gorgeous pretty pink blooms!! It's beautiful and I really do not think I could have picked out a prettier shrub if I had tried. It will definitely need a bigger home next year. What once was on man's trash became my stick in a bucket that is now the pride of my garden. See what happens when we let ourselves be open?
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