When I was in Wyoming, I looked forward to spring more than I ever have before. But even with all the daffodils and grape hyacinths, I always felt like something was missing. That thing was azaleas. I grew up in South Carolina, where there are azaleas everywhere you look. They always bloom around Easter, and every spring since I moved away I have missed them. So you can imagine the pleasure I have been taking in watching this single azalea burst into bloom over the last few days in my back yard here in Pittsburgh.