Sometimes it pays to procrastinate.

Last year I put off pulling the weeds growing in my flower bed, and when I finally started the dreaded task I discovered a baby crape myrtle or at least I thought it was a crape myrtle.

I compared its tiny leaves with the big bush we planted after we built our house.

They looked similar enough for me to save it from a weed’s fate.

Last week, I pulled into the driveway and saw the little tree had a nice dark pink bloom. I was ecstatic and shared the good news with my husband.

I don’t know much about dendrology(my new word for the week) so I searched the Internet for information.

The great mystery is that my original bush was supposed to have been a dwarf tree, instead it is huge–well over the 6 feet AND it has WHITE blooms– not pink like the little tree that seems to have been planted by God.

 

Luke 12:26-28
New King James Version (NKJV)
26 If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest? 27 Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 28 If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith?