Growing up in Ferguson in a colder climate (almost 700 miles north of New Orleans), the only crepe myrtles I had ever seen were on our visits to New Orleans to see my grandparents. And, I only remember the pink variety.
These days, I'm astounded at the depth and variety of colors. Plus, Crepe Myrtles are everywhere and blooming their hearts out in the neighborhood.
I leave you with a crepe myrtly collage that really needs no words. I got just about every color except the deep red ones. I regret it, but I was too busy with magnolias and nympheas to remember where the red ones were. Enjoy!
I forgot about those two-toned, kind of candy cane ones. Thanks for reminding me, Lynn-where are you now? Hope all is well-Love, Laury
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | June 26, 2015 at 03:25 PM
In the backyard on Bell St., we had a cherry and white one--it was very unusual.
Posted by: Lynn Pearlmutter | June 25, 2015 at 06:37 AM