This azalea was lurking in my own front yard. Let’s call it, “Pretty (Close) in Pink.”
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This azalea was lurking in my own front yard. Let’s call it, “Pretty (Close) in Pink.”
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What a stunning colour. I never knew what azaleas looked like, you know, I’d only ever heard of them from To Kill a Mockingbird. Looks like Harper Lee described them brilliantly because they look just how I imagined. This photograph is stunning 🙂
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Thank you! I finally realized that what I thought were camellias were actually azaleas. I’m not very knowledgeable about plant life!
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Neither am I! How did you make this realisation?
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One day I accepted that I could only reliably identify 3 flowers: a rose, a tulip, and a daisy. That’s sad!
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I googled azaleas and they seemed to match my flowers.
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I know you live in perpetual warmth, but I see spring at the end of the tunnel. 😉
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😉 I’m worried because we’ve had almost no winter to speak of. Our summer may be a scorcher.
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