Each year our azaleas welcome spring with an explosion of white blooms. And each year I
drag take Molly outside and force ask her to take pictures in the garden to capture the splendid beauty (both Molly’s and the azalea's).
Here is the four year journey of Molly and the Azaleas, Through the Years. Cue the music.
An wonderful one-year-old:
A befuddled three-year-old:
“Hey mom, where are the azalea blooms? We always take a picture when the azaleas are blooming. These are just plain old bushes!” Yeah, about that. Ummm, guess I kind of forgot. How ‘bout standing in front of the hydrangea instead?