The Azaleas live from year to year with only mother nature to nurture and care for them and they continue to thrive. The one word to describe how I feel when my yard is full of blooms is "happy."
Nature is What We See
by Emily Dickinson
"Nature" is what we see--
The Hill--the Afternoon--
Squirrel--Eclipse--the Bumble bee--
Nay--Nature is Heaven--
Nature is what we hear--
The Bobolink--the Sea--
Thunder--the Cricket--
Nay--Nature is Harmony--
Nature is what we know--
Yet have no art to say--
So important Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
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