Spring is a season of renewal, of beauty, of change, of color, of longing, of rebirth.
It is a season that is fleeting in upstate New York. Last night, cold breezes blew as we entered a cold weather pattern. It's not even supposed to reach 60 (15.5 C) today. It feels more like fall in the Northeastern United States.
To keep my Northeast readers warm today, I bring you some lovely flowers.
I suspect this is what is called a Mollis hybrid. They are a European
azalea, and aren't the most cold hardy. I've never seen them as lovely
in my nearly 30 years of living in upstate New York as they have been
this year. The first four pictures were taken, incidentally, on the West Side of Binghamton, New York.
Other Mollis hybrids are yellow.
Finally, the two rhodies I grow. The first one is this pink-purple that is actually quite common in this area. This plant is over 30 years old.
The other one is less common. It, too, is also over 30 years old.
Tomorrow I will take a break from flowers to bring you something else. Perhaps a post on fall would be in order.