The trio of crape myrtles at the top of our walk are bare, just bunches of naked gray branches with nary a leaf, much less the beautiful pink blossoms they flaunted last summer.
And yet I know somewhere inside those gray-brown forlorn branches, new buds are waiting. They are biding their time, waiting for the perfect conditions, to make another grand entrance.
That's how I feel these days, like a bare crape myrtle, in between seasons.
Something is there, waiting to bloom. I don't know what color it will be, what shape it will take, but I'm eager to see it. Restless.
I hope it doesn't take too long.
This post is my contribution to Jillsy's Prompt Me! Wednesday - this week's prompt is "Blossom". You have until Tuesday to join in the Blog Hop!
