My beautiful purple/mauve rhododendrons delight me every year. I was going to call this post “ravishing rhododendrons”, until I realised I had already used that title. I love alliteration, which is why the purple is mauve this year.
The glorious rhododendron is reaching the tail-end of its seasonal flowering. I can always rely on it commemorating my dear departed mother’s birthday each October, which is rather appropriate, because this plant was transplanted from my parents’ home in Mitcham many years ago.