From the Front Porch: The Crepe Myrtle Is Blooming
Yesterday morning, with my first cup of coffee in hand, I stepped onto the front porch and was greeted by one of my favorite sights of summer—my crepe myrtle in full bloom.
It always seems to happen overnight. One day there are a few scattered blossoms, and the next, the tree is covered in vibrant blooms, as if it couldn’t wait another minute to show off.
It’s one of those little reminders to slow down.
Life has a way of filling our calendars and our minds, and it’s easy to miss the quiet gifts right outside our front door. A blooming tree. The sound of birds before the neighborhood wakes up. A warm breeze that makes you linger just a little longer with your coffee.
Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time revising A Corpse at the Clambake, and when you’re deep in edits, it’s easy to forget to look up. Yesterday, the crepe myrtle reminded me that some of the best moments aren’t on a to-do list—they’re simply waiting to be noticed.
So this morning, I’m choosing to sit on the porch for a few extra minutes, coffee in hand, admiring those beautiful blooms before diving back into the fictional world of the Compass Rose B&B.
After all, the words will still be there.
The blooms, like summer itself, won’t last forever.
I’d love to know—what’s blooming outside your window this week?
