You’ve heard that nature abhors a vacuum? She also abhors unfilled spaces. A gravel driveway can fill with weeds in a trice. Flower beds can be overrun with bushes and trees for which people will pay good — and well-spent — money.
I must spend some of my time pulling up crepe myrtles and burning bushes because they grow so well in this climate. More work, courtesy of Mother Nature and her birds, some of which don’t even live here; they just stop over during migration.
But when the myrtles bloom and the burning bushes turn red, I have to say “Thanks, Mom.”
Don’t think a volunteer crepe myrtle will grow into the magnificent, manicured showpieces seen in our towns and in professionally-installed landscaping. They need training and cropping because they start out as spindly little treelets.
Fall breezes blow the seeds everywhere.
We have a black walnut tree that was living here…
