This azalea was on the opposite side of our yard six and a half years ago. I moved it ... ahem ... I told my father and my husband to move it the week after I gave birth to Rosie. For some post-partum, hormone-influenced reason, it had to happen. In August. During the worst drought in years. No one dared to voice any complaint. We had a delicate balance to maintain.
After they lifted it out of the ground, my mother directed them to a spot under the oak tree and instructed them to dig a hole large enough to accommodate the huge root ball. She followed behind them planting all the small, spindly suckers that she had removed from around the larger azalea. None of us thought any of them would live but why not try.
The large azalea and all the little babies have survived, and survived with style. The spindly suckers are now 2' by 2' shrubs. And the flowers are breathtaking. However, this azalea family seems to have developed the biennial habit of blooming every other year. Last year none of the transplanted azaleas bloomed. Not one bud developed. This year however ...
It was worth the wait.
The large azalea and all the little babies have survived, and survived with style. The spindly suckers are now 2' by 2' shrubs. And the flowers are breathtaking. However, this azalea family seems to have developed the biennial habit of blooming every other year. Last year none of the transplanted azaleas bloomed. Not one bud developed. This year however ...
It was worth the wait.
2 comments:
Yes indeed, worth the wait.
Makes that 2nd year all the more special! Beautiful!!
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