“I like those red trees,” said Mama more than once when she saw crape myrtle trees in bloom. Then she would imagine the mess the dried blooms and leaves on her lawn. Shudder.
Mama liked a neat yard. She picked up leaves everyday in the back because of all the fruit trees. I understand now why she did. Pincher bugs didn’t dare show their faces in Mama’s domain. Those bugs fear me not. I’ll control them yet.
Last year the local high school, where I graduated, had a buy-a-crape-myrtle-tree-to-honor-someone fundraiser. Mama got her tree, by golly!
And, I don’t have to clean up after it. Mama would’ve liked that.
The high school campus is fenced and locked during non-school hours so we may not ever see the tree. The school kindly sent the above photo of Mama’s tree. I believe Mama’s spirit is tickled pink that she has a plaque on the high school campus. I can see her smile.
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