Crepe myrtles are home also in East Texas where many Deep South people from the Carolinas and Georgia settled after the civil war.
My crepe myrtles were transplanted 36 years ago, saplings from a kind lady in my East Texas hometown. Year after year I wait for their blooms which come in late July or early August, later than most. This year one of my trees decided to bloom earlier than usual. I attempted to capture it in line and wash in my sketchbook, just enough for a memory. I think that in the not too distant future I will be painting larger versions of some of the sketches.
As a child, I was reprimanded for daydreaming. Today my daydreams morph into paintings.V. Bridges Hoyt — painting the sauce of Texas.