30 days later, after many quenching drinks, the progress is obvious! Slurping up the desperately needed water, the tree's vitality was steadily renewed.
Tiny round buds.
Lots of them!
Autumn's sunrise broke on Crape Myrtle from behind Mount Diablo, revealing profusions of raspberry pink, frilly, flouncy FLOWERS!! What a comeback!! Here I thought it hadn't bloomed and wouldn't bloom--I thought it was too late, but there it was, bursting forth like the shout of joy when morning chases away the darkness of night. What a beautiful response, all because of a frequent and steady trickle of cool, deep, life-giving water.
I love it! What was a sorry, sad, hopeless twig of a tree, has, in one month shown me what it looks like to praise God in extravagant style, that I can demonstrate joy profusely even when I know I don't have it all together, and how to throw my energy into blooming right where I'm planted, right now! That's what Crape Myrtle is doing, and it's what I am trying to do too.
Crape Myrtle didn't compare itself to other trees, nor did it wait until it was big enough to impress anyone--it just got busy blooming! It just did what it was made to do!