October 6th 1945 was the day my parents married, with Dad in uniform and Mum in a borrowed dress. Such were the times at the end of World War 2. They have been gone for fourteen years, but today would have been their 70th wedding anniversary. God bless them both.
Fitting then, that the purple rhododendron we transplanted over twenty years ago from their house in Mitcham to ours in Croydon, Victoria, Australia, began flowering this week.
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.
Roses and rhododendrons; how delightful!
Let the pictures speak for themselves. Words are unnecessary.
We were only gone to Thailand for ten nights, plus the two overnight flights, but in less than two weeks I have come home to a garden in need of maintenance. Weeding and pruning are on my list for the weekend, once I adjust back to our Melbourne time zone.
However, on the bright side, flowers are blooming and the purple rhododendron is in full flight now, so I didn’t miss it after all. Before we left, it was just beginning to flower. Today, we returned to this welcoming sight:
Even the neighbours over the fence can appreciate their beauty.