I just went for a quick walk on the north side of the house - that is, the one at Bayou Bend. Not my house. Definitely not. I walked down from the offices, so it was a bit of a trek, but worth it. Since last weekend, the azaleas have absolutely exploded into bloom. The blooms on the smaller varieties are so thick, they look almost like someone stuffed brightly colored tissue paper into every nook and cranny of a screen, then placed it in the garden. The large hedges have come alive, and the dogwood is still claiming its corner of the East Garden.

I had heard Bonnie say at the beginning of the week that everything seemed to be at 95% bloom, and so I had been aching to go down there. Crowds of Sip and See go-ers thronged in last night to take advantage of their Groupons, and I loved telling them that they had chosen the perfect night to come for a visit. Now if only I could scoop up my mother, wheel chair and all, and take her for a walk in the gardens - that would make for a perfect spring. We'll see how she feels about taking on that kind of adventure.

Adventures are things we never grow out of, but sometimes, they have to take a different form than we might have hoped for or dreamt of. (And yes, I have concluded with a preposition. So sorry about that!)