The wild flame azalea in the woods above our road is putting on a magnificent show this year. Over the years I've bought and planted and lost half a dozen "tame" flame azaleas, so this unassisted reappearance is particularly welcome.
I think I remember Clifford, the man we bought the place from, telling me that he'd dug the plant up from high on the mountain and transplanted it down here so his wife Louise could enjoy it.
I know that years ago, back when I could climb our mountain, I saw a flame azalea blooming near the top. Who knows, there may be more.But seeing this one in glorious bloom, just across from the pond, feels like a gift from nature . . . and Clifford.
