We have a crepe myrtle here in western PA, that looks like it died every spring, but in actuality, it's just a late bloomer.
It's an irritating plant as it exists right next to where I park my car, and it frequently impedes the drivers side door.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
