Pink Ruffles, not yet to the peak of bloom. Brisk wind from NE.
I can never wait to reveal the big show all at once.
Azalea walk along the north driveway. When I planted Gardenias in at the bottom of the slope, I didn't expect they would reach 7 feet tall. Last year I cut them back by a third after bloom. They grew right back.
At top of the stone steps a secret path winds through the azaleas into what I call the Upper Garden.
The path turns west toward what used to be an herb garden, now a mass of Rosemay bushes and along a brick-lined path leading back down more rough steps.
View in the opposite direction.
North to south path back to driveway. Two paths intersect.
Wire flamingo pinwheels mark where Royal Standard Hostas emerge when they're ready.
Rustic bench with Formosa Azaleas, rooted cuttings from Azaleas here for more than fifty years.
The Big Show does not reveal itself all at once. Azaleas in two beds on the north side of the Upper Garden under deciduous oaks bloom later than those under pines.
Azalea Show lasts less than a month, but worth waiting for every year. It took years for me to learn to add Lorpetalum with its longer bloom time and Philadelphus to keep a show of white Dogwood-type blooms going later into Spring.