When we bought our house twenty years ago, we didn’t have a landscape budget. A good friend of my parents knew someone who owned a nursery and gave us thirty azaleas. It was a long arduous backbreaking but beautifully rewarding process of digging and planting. Through many years of cold winters we’ve lost about half of the shrubs. The shades of the remaining azaleas range from pure white, pale pink, princess pink, fuchsia, to scarlet red. As the tone of velvet changes as the fabric is rubbed, my yard appears as a velvet gown in early spring.
“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
Living in the Gap
March 4, 2012 – Balancing one another
Bone tired and muscle sore, we shuffle and limp like shadows in the night. His hand reaches for mine. Through time we’ve learned where to lean and where to stiffen. Hearts smiling, together we become a cadence of age and grace as we stroll through the parking lot.