My neighborhood is a profusion of all colors of rhodies this time of year. My neighbor has some 30-year-old rhododendrons that he lets grow wild, and they are as tall as trees. They have a perfect environment beneath the cherry and Douglas Fir trees behind my picket fence in the front yard. Over the years, I've enjoyed the bright red and pink bushes that nestle together along the gravel road. Tonight, they reminded me of gardens gone wild, breathtaking in their size and beauty, determined not to yield to any gardener's pruning shears. They live and thrive on their own, with no human intervention.
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