No writing analogies today. Just sharing a bit of joy from our springtime garden.
Bursts of colour are beginning to punctuate the greenery around our property. Blowsy mops of red, pink, purple and white plate-sized blooms are displayed on the Rhododendron shrubs like extravagant decorations on Christmas trees. Smaller jewels emblazon the Azaleas, which are a subgenera of Rhododendrons.
Those in the front yard were already here when we arrived sixteen years ago and I can’t even guess at their names. I suppose that’s not surprising, since the Royal Horticultural Society’s International Rhododendron Registry records over 28,000 cultivars of these woody shrubs.
Although they prefer moist but well drained acidic soil, they survive in boulder-filled clay and drought conditions here. We’re on a well, so they have never been watered except when nature takes pity on them. (Now I suppose the truth is out. My rhoddies are to blame for all the rain we’ve had!)
“Earth laughs in flowers.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.”
Dora Read Goodale
Spring Scatters Far and Wide
“And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.”
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