"Bloom where you are planted" ~ Mary Engelbreit
This quote seemingly fitting for this brief post; as these images encompass many memories and nostalgia for me: Olivia, the girl who used to call the little blue post-war house next door home.
And Azaleas, the flowers of childhood Springtime, planted by the previous owner/builders of our home on the hill.
I love that when they bloom, they light up my neighbourhood and suburban streets with their vibrant colours and soon enough, they return to their green state to wait another year to bloom once again. It is a favourite time of year.