I just returned from West Texas where my dad and one of my younger sisters live. I love visiting because it’s such a quiet place – no whooshing of cars on the freeway, no traffic jams and at night I can see a star-filled sky. Somehow, it looks clearer and bigger in my little home town.
On the way I saw some crepe myrtles. I remember when my sons were little and the 5-hour trip seemed to take forever for them. To take their minds off the long trip, I said, “Look at the purple trees.” At first, they didn’t believe me. “Purple trees?”
Here’s a picture: