The White Azalea

We first moved into this house in 1988 (my first thought was “1888,” but I just feel a little old today). 🙂  As we were moving from Woodcliff Lake to a lovely street in Park Ridge, in one of the hottest Julys ever, I kept stopping by the new house just to look at this azalea.  It was so full and pretty – it looked like a giant wedding bouquet.

Now it’s gotten older and a little less full, and I’ve gotten older and a lot more full.  I still love this azalea.

Let’s see:  if I had moved here in 1888, I would be about 152 years old now.  (And you don’t have to do the math!)

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