The first wave of azaleas mark the onset of Spring. The azaleas bloom one shade at a time:
first, the reds; then, the pinks; and finally, the whites.
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The roses are a daily reminder of Graham.
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Lillies of the Valley were Aunt Flo's signature flower. Several years after we had moved
to Carol Place, we carried five small plants from her garden in Chicago to ours. Here Kwan Yin
stands watch over them.
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The first, massive blooming of Meidilands usually announces the Memorial Day weekend. We
clip the last blooms to decorate the house at Thanksgiving.
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The astilbe were a gift from, and a constant reminder of, our good friend, the Divine Ms. B.
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Moonbeam.
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Day Lilies.
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The lions in Spring, standing guard and reminding us of the trip to Florence.
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Carol Place tends more to the casual than the formal, but Aliceann does like to set the
table for Thanksgiving.
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For Christmas, she decorates both inside and out. Here are the lions, ready for Christmas and
hoping for snow.
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And the snow came.
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The hillside covered by snow.
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Our last view of the hillside with the Leland cypress marking the boundary line and shading
the crest.
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