Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Spring Means Azaleas (again)


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.

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