Aka Aza-lea....

Just sharing my beautiful azalea plant, given by the friends I met up with earlier this week. It is a mass of flowers with the promise of many more to come.

The name always makes me smile and remember much laughter with my dear dad. A rather aloof neighbour was called Azalea, pronounced Aza -lea. Dad hadn't seen it written down, only heard her speak her name, and boy did we laugh when we saw the connection with the shrub. Just a posh pronunciation. A simple yet happy memory of something special between Dad and I.