At its best

Every year I can’t resist showing off our special rhododendron, and it is at its best now. I find it hard to believe it is surviving in a pot. I don’t think it would be possible to repot it now, it is far too big.
Friends gave it to us thirty years ago at the time we lost our daughter Anna, so it is very special to us.
No sunshine today to light up the huge flower heads. All day it has felt as if it was about to rain, but it hasn’t. The garden could do with a good soaking. N mowed the grass this morning although it hadn’t grown very much since the last cut.