One of the things that I remember most about my childhood is the azalea bushes in my mom and dad's garden in the house I grew up in. I remember playing on our little patio and in that garden and always loving the pink blooms that came out every spring.
It brought back memories when I pulled into my parents' new house on my 29th birthday to see bushes of beautiful azaleas in full bloom. Time marches on, but the simple things always linger.
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