I remember 15 years ago, on the day my father passed, I found a plant in his entryway still in the mail wrapping. He was very much in love with my mother and even though she had passed 12 years previously he still bought and planted what he felt she would have liked. Sadly I decided to take it to my postage stamp back yard, plant it in a large pot and hope for the best. It gave out vigorous greenery and grew a bit each year, all in that same large pot. This past year I had to remove an oak that was doing poorly and prune a healthy one. Two oaks in my backyard is quite a feat. With one gone the portion of the yard with the plant received more sun. The pot was against the wall of my neighbor, the Kane street Synagogue. To my amazement, after 15 years, it bloomed, adorned with beautiful pink flowers. With all due respect to my wonderful neighbors I began calling it The Chosen Plant. 15 years in the wilderness, in a pot, going through the winters from 05-06 to 18-19, with no special care. My fishing buddy from Nassau County told me it was a Crepe Myrtle. This fall I’ll gently place it in the ground in a good sunny spot. Thank you Mom and Dad, as always ......