Yesterday on the plane from Houston to Dulles, I sat next to a couple from Carmel, who said they were going to the Shenandoah to look at rhodies. Which I thought sounded strange. I didn't think we had much in the way of rhodies. Well, they wanted to look at anything that was blooming. Dogwoods.
Most of the dogwoods are being killed by fungus, I said.
Well, anything then. Trees. Grass.
Which seemed nice at the time.
But I wonder, wouldn't you plan your trip somewhere to get there when whatever it was that you wanted to see was actually there? There are two or three weeks where the blooms on the trees are magical, all the colors, every tree something like pink or yellow or purple or white. And then it's gone, and back to business, green green green everywhere, until fall.
I mean, they were retired, so they could go whenever they wanted. They said something about the cherry blossoms, which of course are long gone. There's a brief season, and then it's gone.
But no one likes a smart-aleck.
Say, we do have wonderful azaleas. |
