I continue to think azaleas, and then chanced whilst looking for material for another post on the following, which I posted at Mooseys on 1 Oct ’07. It had rained gently all of the previous week. Our spring, often harsh and hot, was kind that year, and the azaleas never looked better, before or since; there follows a selection of the photos I included in that post.
I am satiated, saturated, sick with colour, drugged into a stupor, left floating on a cloud, overwhelmed. A walk in the arboretum on the 1st of October after a week of rain must be as close to chromatic overkill as one can get. Did I really say once that spring on the mountain is overrated?