Friday, June 23, 2017
Our rhododendron bush is blooming profusely.
We didn't plant her.
She came with the house.
A memory comes to mind when I think of rhododendron.
When I was a little girl, my father always made up stories to tell us at bedtime.
One made us scream in delight because it was about a creature called the "Rhododuntie."
At the end of the story, he'd always yell out, "The Rhondoduntie's coming" and we would all squeal and put the covers over our heads.
Now, remembering those hilarious stories, I think he got the name "Rhododuntie" from rhododendrons that are so reminiscent in spring.
Wasn't he a riot?
DO YOU LIKE RHODODENDRONS? HAS A RHODODUNTIE EVER CHASED YOU?
Posted by Susan at 5:36 AM