Backyard Crepe Myrtle Blossoms by KL Wood |
From snowy white, to deepest fuchsia red, and all shades of
pink and lavender in between, our exotic “Tree of a Hundred Days” (blooming for
about 100 days each year,) is also uniquely appropriate to Edenton’s
Revolutionary Spirit. Just as our ladies famously refused to purchase English
tea in 1774, the Crepe Myrtle refused to thrive in the cooler English climes,
when first imported there in 1759 from its native China. When Andre Michaux,
botanist to France’s King Louis XVI, introduced the tree to Charleston, South
Carolina around 1786, however, it breathed in the young nation’s warm air and
burst into fragrant bloom! And the rest, as they say, is history.
Pardon me while I wax poetic, but such intoxicating beauty
inspires me to toss out a few quick lines of verse.
Ode to Crepe Myrtles
Crinkly crinolines of
Summer splendor,
they breathe in air
and exhale flowers.
Autumn paints their
leaves with flame,
while Winter bares
their sculpted limbs.
Their delicate leaves
of vernal Spring,
a prelude to their
hundred-day reign.
In addition to their visual appeal, Crepe Myrtle flowers are
a good food source for honey bees and other pollinators. Although they do not
produce nectar (bee honey,) they do produce pollen (bee bread,) a necessary
form of protein. As a matter of fact, Crepe Myrtles produce two different kinds
of pollen. One for reproduction (the brown pad-like anthers,) and one just for
the pollinators (the bright yellow anthers.) With the disturbing decline of
honey bee populations, we can thank the Crepe Myrtle for doing its part to help
keep this important plant pollinator alive.
Old Crepe Myrtle, Edenton by KL Wood |
Oh, and one more thing--Please don’t be one of
those well meaning but misinformed and misguided gardeners who commit “Crepe
Murder” each year! The trend, started years ago, to annually chop off the
lovely tree limbs to barren stubs, is unnecessary and just plain ugly. I’m
gratified to see that most of Edenton’s trees are properly pruned and have been
spared that particular botanical humiliation. If not convinced, please check
out this link from an online Southern
Living magazine article:
Now, won’t you join me as I go outside to sip a glass of
lemonade beneath the inviting shade of the nearest Crepe Myrtle? We won’t have
to go far!
Thanks for stopping by...y'all come back now.
Kate
Kate
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