Native Flame Azalea still holding rain from the storms.
The colors of lightening and fire in wild tongued nectar.
I saw them burn the roadside as I passed.
Today I begin classes at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference. We slept in Mt. Laurel, breakfast is in Rhododendron, and the keynote speech will be in Azalea... keeping it all in the same botanical family. :-)
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