When we moved to Vancouver, we settled in Deep Cove, in the foothills of Mount Seymour. Our house was new, with no landscaping on its steep slopes. We planted Azaleas and Rhododendrons. After twenty years, the Rhododendrons had grown tall and spread broadly, appearing as one large bush. When they were in bloom, the backyard became a cascade of blossoms.
When the house sold, I could not take the Rhododendrons with me, but since I had painted them in oil the year before, I simply packed my painting and took the essence of the Rhododendrons with me.
No comments:
Post a Comment