I came across this little tunnel of Crepe Myrtle (also, according to Dictionary.com, Crape Myrtle) on a walk recently. Initially, I took several dozen photos of the bright pink one blooming spectacularly in my yard, but wasn't satisfied with any of them. After that, I set out into the neighborhood and kept trying, but was just never happy with what I had.
As my frenzy for the perfect shot of a vibrant pink tree was building, I never noticed this variety with the quiet, lovely, white blooms. I just had to be in the right place - in more ways than one - to see it. This one pretty much reached down from the sky to pat me gently on the head, which I thought was quite helpful.
As it turns out, according to this color poster from the United States National Arboretum, there are at least 25 varieties, and it appears that they introduce new ones on a fairly regular basis. Not only that, but they spell it "crapemyrtle." I am mildly offended by that spelling, but will bow to the experts. And the lessons just keep on coming.