Sitting, part 30

in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011


Hey. The crepe myrtle has leaves!


At spring break, we handed my 14-year-old son a chainsaw and told him to trim the crepe myrtle. Instead, he whacked it. He must have cut off 10 feet.


Now that crepe myrtle has seven brand-new stumps, all leafed out. The leaves are red at the tips. It might even recover enough to bloom pink when it gets good and hot, around my son’s birthday.


How that tree can grow after the whacking it took, I don’t know. How I can grow after the spiritual whacking I took, I don’t know, either. But I suspect I’m leafing out, too.