When we lived in the first house in Hunter's Creek, I planted crape myrtles and a kumquat tree. When we moved to the other house in Hunter's Creek, my brother-in-law planted for us a beautiful magnolia in front, and three different citrus trees in back. For some reason the citrus trees - kumquat, lemon, and lime - did not thrive, but the magnolia was sturdy, and every year gave us gorgeous, lush ivory blossoms.
Now that this house is a residence, we've been slowly putting in DIY landscaping, based on our favorites from 23 years living in this area. So we have hibiscus and crotons, bougainvillea and two magnolia trees, and now kumquat and lemon. Next project is to get rid of yet another ugly evergreen that looks like it belongs in the Canadian Rockies, and replace it with a crape myrtle. Southern comfort, indeed.
Speaking of southern comfort, I don't think my neighbors have any idea how much pleasure I get from their yard plantings. I took this one just as we were getting hit with (yet another) rain storm, but you can still appreciate the color of the plumbago, and yes, that is the courthouse peeking between the trees.
Not far from the plumbago, my neighbor has what is probably my favorite tree, the crape myrtle. When I first moved here almost 24 years ago, I remember telling someone - can't remember who he was, except I do remember that he was a special kind of stupid - that I was going to seriously miss being able to grow lilacs here. Lilacs hold a special place in my heart, and the scent of no other flower, even roses, can cause me that much joy. Special Kind of Stupid told me to "just grow crape myrtles instead." He thought he was being helpful, so I didn't smack him up side the head.
No cooking today. I'm still in pain, damn it. I have worked out the recipe I'm going to follow for the crab fried rice, but that's for tomorrow. Hopefully.