My parents have always had azalea shrubs in their yard, and these bushes put on a gorgeous display of color when they bloom in the spring, usually in April. Each bush produces blooms of a single color: some are pink, some red, some white, some fuchsia, some orange, but they are all pretty. And they have bloomed EVERY year, as far back as anyone remembers.
Until this year...
My father passed-away in the spring, right before the azaleas usually bloom. And, for the first time ever, there wasn't a single bloom on ANY of the bushes in their yard. None. Nada. NO BLOOMS.
Fast-forward to a December day when it is turning colder and winter is beginning to settle into this area. Three days before our first snow this past weekend, one of the azalea bushes bloomed — just two little pale-pink flowers on the whole bush... but it bloomed.
I can't explain it.
~photo by me~
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