Several years ago we planted three crape myrtles covered in gorgeous fuchsia blooms in a small raised bed at the top of our walk.
They've hardly bloomed since.
Last year I even carried buckets of water up the hill to water them in the hottest, driest part of the summer to coax them.
So this year I decided to ignore them.
And look what happened...
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson