I'm not a big azalea fan, but when this old-growth specimen blooms, I forget about the old knobby bones beneath the pure white canopy. When I catch this from the corner of my eye, especially from inside my house, I'm jolted by its resemblance to snow.
There's a fuchsia azalea out back, but it's not nearly as beautiful. It's a newer bush, and the flowers are smaller. When the azaleas start to fade, the astilbe will be shooting their pink flames into the air. I will subject you to this loveliness next week.
Turbo is oblivious to nature, but it makes a gorgeous back-drop for his highness.
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