The Azaleas in our yard are fabulous this year; perhaps because of the mild Winter, or maybe they decided at the annual Azalea Conference that they haven't done such a good job lately, and needed to be looking Really Fly this year to avoid being replaced with Oleanders. Or Camellias.
The blooms are so luscious and thick that they look like bright blankets...
When I run my hand across the blooms, they are silky and juicy feeling. Makes me want to get a big spoon and eat them up.
Our normally shady, plain walkway to the side door now looks simply Royal:
And the front of our house has a ruched collar of tightly scrunched blooms.
They are so glorious that it is hard to spend any time inside, where I need to be working. I've decided it is okay to roam endlessly around the yard...they have absolutely nailed it this year, and if I don't gulp them down with my eyes and heart, then all their efforts would go unnoticed, for crying out loud.
Think I'll go on out and take another look...
