Suddenly, I remembered that the Rhododendrons are up and from the glance I took at them, there are a lot of them this year. It is beginning to look like rain, so I didn’t want to wait. Grabbed the camera from the table next to me and went to take a few pictures. Rhododendrons and anything else that looked good.
I was looking not only at the flowers today, but at the bark and I realized that this is an old rhododendron. The bush was in the yard when we moved here, but it never bloomed. It threw up a bud now and again, but no flowers. It was only after we cut back the roses and it started to get more light that suddenly, it grew a whole new branch. It flowered last year, but it’s flowering a lot more this year. And oddly, the buds are pink, though the flowers are still white. Maybe some of them will turn pink?
As I was growing up, we had rhododendrons growing all around the house and they almost never bloomed. When they did, the flower was always white. I didn’t know they could bloom in other colors. Mostly though, they didn’t bloom because the garden was dark like this house, it was in a woods. In another time, I grew up in a different oak woods.
My father was here one afternoon — years ago right after we moved in. He looked around and said: “Do you realize how much this house is like our house in queens? Surrounded by oak trees?” That was when I realized I had moved home. With a 40 year break between, I came home. Again.