What do you do when you have over 50,000 azalea bushes? Why you have a festival, of course! Today, we awoke to a beautiful, warm, sunshiny day and knew we needed to get out and see the azaleas before they were gone. This was the first year for us, since it's really far north. And when I say far, I mean, it took us almost 2 hours to get there. Yikes! Thankfully, Adam fell asleep halfway there and Mary was a pleasant driving companion. Didn't even whine about the trip, except to say, "Mom, I'm ready to get out and get some exercise." By that time, so was I. As we turned the corner and drove up the hill, we were greeted with huge blooming azaleas on both sides of the street. Gorgeous. Not all the bushes were fully in bloom, but it was definitely worth the drive. All the azaleas reminded me of growing up in Georgia and having beautiful blooms in the yard...and Dad yelling at the deer for eating them...and collecting my hair after mom cut it to sprinkle around the bushes...and the little chunks of Ivory soap on sticks in the yard...and Boots, our dog, eating the soap. Ahhh, memories.
Yes, there can be thousands and thousands of beautiful flowers and my kids find the ditch. Adam, of course, found snacks (rocks, leaves, etc.)
And you know us, we can't go anywhere without finding a playground.
Unfortunately, Doug has been super busy at work and was unable to join us on our adventure. He was certainly missed.
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