The Myrtles

Yes, there is a “haunted” plantation called the Myrtles somewhere in Louisiana. We visited there many, many years ago. There was something uncomfortable about it. When we moved to DC fifteen years ago, it was obvious that the flowering trees called Myrtles loved this area. They must - in order to survive the dreadful heat and humidity. I think DC is as hot and humid as Florida. The Library of Congress is surrounded by Myrtles as are many others buildings on Capitol Hill. Since we moved to northern Virginia two years ago there is also an abundance of Myrtles in our neighborhood. So today - on a stifling hot morning walk along the concrete jungle path - we looked for as many different color Myrtles along the way. They were white, pink, purple, and red in various shades. I’ve never seen yellow, but they are all very pretty. They do remind me of some hydrangea. It must be getting towards the end of the blooming season because the flowers are starting to shed. Living in a tropical environment has its benefits - the plants and flowers always seem to do well. It’s nice that they like the outside conditions more than most humans could ever tolerate.