When it comes to naming a
favorite season, I tend go impartial. I love parts of all of them. As spring
begins to erupt down here in Savannah with a vengeance’s, folks are complaining
about the pollen. I get it. Pollen bugs me but I can deal with a little of that
flowery spunk because it means my favorite part of spring is coming. The azaleas
It all began with my grandfather. Pop planted those azalea
bushes all over the property and when you’d drive up through the driveway, you
were surrounded in an explosion of reds, whites, and my favorite, the pink azalea.
I always associated azaleas with my grandfather and Easter because this would be
about the time we’d rive down from the mountains to visit.
On my first date with Kim, we went out to Bonaventure and
the azaleas were literally popping with color. We drove around talking and
getting to know each other. It was the second time we were speaking face to
face but because I was by the Salt River and all the azaleas, I felt right at
home. It was a date I never wanted to end and so far it’s still going.
There are several white and pink bushes over at my school
where I teach and I daily making my trek across campus and purposely walk
outside so I can be surrounded by them. Azaleas and live oaks are not something
most teachers can boast about on their campus and I consider myself quite
lucky.
When were house shopping, I knew I wanted certain things
in my yard. I had to have live oaks, palm trees and a few cedars. When I walked
into the backyard of what would shortly become the Manor, I knew I hit the
jackpot especially when I saw an entire side of the yard was just holly bushes
and azaleas.
I spend much of my time at home staring out my bedroom
window into the backyard. It’s not very big but it has a taste of everything I believe
represents what Savannah is to me. If you drop by Stately Rich Manor, you’ll probably
find me on the back porch with radio playing and just relaxing while I survey
my surroundings. I’m a lucky man.
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