Here in the suburbs of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, spring has been a winner. Flora began doing their awakening thing in the second half of March, proceeding to display their newly birthed goods vividly and abundantly as the days went by. I’m a big fan of spring, something that wasn’t the case till eight or so years ago, when I was roughly 70 years old. I guess I just didn’t pay all that much attention to spring prior to that. All I can say is that I’m glad I began to appreciate the natural bounty right smack in front of my eyes.
My previous story was spring-inspired. Thus, I was reluctant to follow it up with another springtime tale. But I felt the urge to do so, and I allowed that urge to direct me appropriately. “Head to Jenkintown and seek out its azalea bushes,” the urge said to me. And I did, depositing myself in Jenkintown, a pretty village located a few miles from my home, in mid-afternoon on the first Tuesday of this month. The skies were as blue as you could hope for. The temperature, however, was a good bit higher than I’d have dialed up if I were in charge of things. While it’s true I didn’t sweat like a f*cking pig while walking around Jenkintown, I sweated quite profusely nonetheless. I definitely ain’t into sweating, but I soldiered on.
Jenkintown’s azalea bushes, fully abloom, looked great. Though possibly at least several days past their absolute prime, the azalea flowers were loaded with color and bursting with energy. I walked along many of the town’s blocks, my phone’s camera at the ready. There were fewer azalea bushes than I’d expected to find, but certainly more than enough. I took over 20 photos, five of which accompany this article.


I encountered the day’s most amazing azalea display at the tail end of the hike. It was on a corner property at the intersection of Summit Avenue and Highland Avenue. I have no doubt it is the greatest azalea arrangement in all of Jenkintown. Large azaleas sit near the house, which is about 50 feet from the sidewalks. And their equally large, and larger, siblings occupy lots and lots and lots of space along the sidewalks. Man, you don’t get to see a juicy-red spectacle like this every day!
I began to think about my friend Jeff, deceased now for 16 months, soon after I arrived home from Jenkintown. That’s because he and I strolled together through Jenkintown on two occasions that I can recall, and probably more times than that. On our walks in Jenkintown, and wherever else we met up, we talked about a wide range of topics: sports, music, movies, politics, our personal lives, and plenty of others. Our interests overlapped comfortably, and our wavelengths meshed. I miss Jeff a lot. He’s in my thoughts many days.
Jeff and I spent time with one another frequently, starting in 2009, which is when our friendship vaulted from casual to close. I’d have enjoyed my azalea walk this month even more than I did if Jeff, a sweet guy, had been tagging along. Not everyone is up for searching for azaleas in flower, to state the obvious. Jeff would have been though. And he happily would have joined me in oohing and aahing over them.
I’ve said words to this effect before in Yeah, Another Blogger: you can’t have too many friends, especially close ones. I was a bit over the age-60 mark when Jeff and I became true friends, and he was a bit under it. It was around that same time that I made several more excellent pals, including Jeff’s wife Joan. Since then, though, no others have entered my life. This troubles me. I’m certain it’s true that making friends becomes harder the older you get. And I’m frigging old. I haven’t given up hope, though. I think it’s totally possible that developing another strong friendship is in the cards for me. More than one would be a whole lot better. It goes without saying, then, that I don’t take my existing friendships for granted. They are important to me, and vital for my emotional and mental health. Life would be dreary and unnervingly close to pointless without good friends.



Good friends are absolute gems and like all those lovely azaleas, you can’t have too many or too many posts about them. 🙂
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Thumbs-up to that!
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My wife is the flower lover in our family, but even I can appreciate the beauty of azaelas.
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Howdy, Pete. There are SO many flowers on each azalea bush — that’s part of the beauty of azaleas.
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Stunning azaleas. When illness hits, you find out who your true friends are. Many dissappear.
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Yeah, friendships aren’t always what they seem to be.
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Yep, on Monday I had the occasional lunch with seven of us who met in 10th grade. Nothing better! And a shout out to all who provide the amazing flowers we all get to enjoy.
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A big group of friends from all those years ago — excellent!
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Flowers and friendship. How lovely! I’m sorry for your loss, but glad you had such a good friend and sweet memories. Just last month, at the age of 76, I made a new friend. He moved into the house two doors down, and not only did we hit it off right away, but a few hours later we realized we’d already met at our bowling league, AND that we’d grown up in the same neighborhood as children (75 miles away from where we now reside.) You never know who will cross your path if you are open to surprises.
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It’s a wonderful thing to have made a new friend at an “advanced” age!
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Those azaleas are absolutely beautiful, what a walk you have over there to enjoy, no matter if with a company or not. 💕
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Hi. Azaleas can be great!
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Fabulous display of azaleas and Jeff was with you, he was in your heart and thoughts.
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Hi. Jeff was a great guy. I think of him quite often.
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That’s good
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The residents of Jenkinstown have worked wonders with their garden displays. They should be deservedly proud of their work and it must be a pleasure to live and walk in such surroundings and well worth your while to journey to view them. How good to have a friend and such a sadness to lose one. It certainly is the case that the number of friends decreases as we age and especially so if, as with me, we have not been in the habit of making friends over the years. There’s much to recommend companionship, good company, an open ear and a pleasant voice.
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There’s a lot of wisdom in the final sentence of your comments.
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Marvellous displays. Remembering what you enjoyed doing with people, or thinking about how much they might have liked something is a far more fitting memorial than a gravestone.
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I’m certain that many people think about Jeff regularly.
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A true friend lives on inside you, even when their heart stops beating. Fabulous azaleas.
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Yeah, I’m glad that he and I became good friends. We had fun together.
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Really enjoyed how your azalea walk made you think about your friendship. Both are kinds of beauty that we need in our lives.
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Amen to that!
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Those azalea bushes are gorgeous. I echo your thoughts about aging and friends. As I’ve grown older, I’ve lost several to accidents and disease. It’s more difficult to meet true blue friends to share time face to face, but possible nontheless.
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Here’s to making new friends in the near-ish future!
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Fantastic 😊😍
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Sorry for the loss of your friend. Thanks for sharing these lovely photos of Jenkintown’s azalea bushes! They are so colorful and uplifting.
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Hi. Jenkintown is a fine, old-fashioned type of village. I like it a lot.
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Beautiful pictures and sad that you didn’t have Jeff walking with you.
Since semi-retiring I feel I have more time for friends and some have gone from being casual to close. Also, since starting to volunteer for a local charity I have made many new friends through that. Agree that it can get harder the older you get though. Make the most of the ones you have and see them often.
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It’s great that you’ve made a bunch of new friends pretty recently. Not many adults can say that.
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Thank you so much, Neil, for another of your uplifting posts! As I love flowers your wonderful photos of azaleas reminded me th
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Hi. I’m glad you enjoyed this story.
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Good memories of friends and moments shared… and the beautiful things that spark those memories. I miss azaleas, even though their blooms are short lived. We don’t have them here in this very different landscape. Rhododendrons always reminded me of my dad. He planted beautiful ones all across the front of our house. None of those here either.
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I’m surprised that azaleas aren’t cultivated in your state. Maybe it yet will happen!
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I don’t think there can be too many spring and good friend inspired blogs. Love azaleas.
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A neighbor across the street from me has HUGE azalea bushes. They are terrific.
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I am right there with you on missing friends who are no longer with us. Close friendships are not as common as they should be (at least for me) and they have been leaving my life faster than I have gotten new ones.
The floral shots are real life-enhancers!
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Hi. The more friends we have, the better!
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Our old house had pink azaleas much like those here. I also like them because they’re low maintenance. And your thoughts about friends are very true. With this awful political climate, friends are tough to maintain, so the few you can keep are appreciated.
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Yeah, it would be hard to impossible to be friends with a far-right/MAGA individual.
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Gorgeous azaleas! When working in London I used to go Kew Gardens to see them in bloom.
As to friends, I lost a number over Brexit….and the tally has not mounted since.
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Making friends is hard work! (Usually)
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Thanks, Jerry!
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Wow, stunning azaleas on that corner! That display reminds me of burning bushes in the fall. Neil, you’re so right about the importance of close friends as we age. I’m a bit more than a decade behind you, and I think about how my life will change as my friend’s pass away. I almost panicked sometimes thinking about it. But I go out of my way to maintain my close friendships these days, determined to enjoy the heck out of them while I can. Only one of my friends is younger than me, so I guess I should do something about that. Thanks for another lovely thought provoking post.
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Darn that talk-to-text, messing with my punctuation. *friends* and *thought-provoking*. 😎
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Howdy, Kim. I enjoyed your comments a lot. Thanks.
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I was advised years ago to cultivate friends older, younger, and the same age, and have tried to do that. But it gets harder to have older friends now, sadly.
Love the pictures!
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I agree that having friends of varying ages is a fine idea. I’d like to have friends 10 or more years younger than me, but it hasn’t happened. Not yet, anyway.
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Azaleas are almost too spectacular for my taste, but friends are just right. Neil, this post is a fine memorial to Jeff.
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Hi, Sam, and thanks.
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those gorgeous azaleas, Neil, drenched in colour; enjoyed your ruminations on aging and friendship; yes, my friends are longstanding esp my Friday mates; we’ve been meeting now for over 35 years; we’ve lost and gained some over this time but it is the social highlight of our lives 🙂 new, close friends alas are hard to find 😦
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Wow, it’s great you have a group of friends you’ve been meeting up with regularly for decades. That’s pretty spectacular.
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Beautiful azaleas, especially on the corner property. There are a few houses near us who grow them but the best display was always in the area of Glasgow where I used to work, Jordanhill. Every garden seemed to have at least one. With you on the value of friendship. I like friends you can have a good heart to heart with, I’m not so much a group chat kind of person.
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I guess I’m okay with a group of six people, including me. Bigger than that, not so much.
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Love azaleas, Neil. I, too, am dammed old and the passing of friends is a way of life. Finding new ones is difficult since most people my age are confined in doors somewhere and not out riding a bike or exercising. Still, good to be keeping on.
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Hi, John. Right, we need to keep on trucking as best we can.
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Yup
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Those top crimson colored azaleas look just like the waterfall of bougainvillea over my back fence. It took over ten years to take, but now has taken over. Gorgeous displays, Neil.
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Jenkintown is a pretty place. And I caught the azaleas before they began to fade.
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First, wowsah! Those azaleas. What a glorious sight. Who could ever get tired of those spring beauties. As for friends…so sorry about Jeff. Sounds like a real kindred spirit, and I know from personal experience how hard it is to lose such a friend. And, yes, it does seem harder to make friends now that I am older. When I was younger, it was pretty easy for me to make friends. Now, not so much. I wonder why that is.
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I wonder if younger people tend to have trouble making friends these days. Maybe it isn’t only true for older people.
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Don’t know! I hope not.
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Sorry to hear about the loss of your friends. It seems harder to make them as we grow older and more set in our patterns. Those flowers are gorgeous! I’ve tried to grow azaleas in our yard — there are special northern varieties — but no luck.
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I guess azaleas are among my favorite plants. They are pretty fabulous.
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Beautiful blooms … a bittersweet post. May we cherish all those who enter our lives, regardless of how short (and sweet) that time may be.
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Your final comment is spot-on.
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A lovely thoughtful and inspiring post. Thank you
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Hi. I appreciate it.
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Wow, Neil, the red azalea bushes on the corner property are quite stunning! Your buddy Jeff was right there beside you, oohing and aahing over them. “All’s good, Pal,” he says, with a big smile on his face.
It does get harder making new friends as we age. It’s possible, but may not be the same kind of close relationship you shared with Jeff. I became friends with a male neighbor, ten years my senior, who appreciated the garden I had created and cared for in his area. His death came as a shock to me.
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I guess the best way to make friends for older people is to join clubs, go to seminars, etc. There’s always a chance we’d find somebody there to connect with.
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I love azaleas and have several in my yard. They’re gorgeous but I wish their bloom period was longer.
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It would be great if they bloomed for three or more months.
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Nice photos! So sorry for your loss of a friend! 😪🥰
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Your azaleas are among the very best in our town!
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It’s amazing to see how much the landscape transforms during the spring. Beautiful captures of the azaleas in bloom. We have a small one in our garden, but it hasn’t started blooming yet. Making friends definitely becomes harder the older you get. And when you get even older, it can be tough to say goodbye to the friends you’ve made. You’re right, life would be pretty boring without good friends.
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Here’s to friendships!
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A very thoughtful post, my friend. First, loved the azalea photos. We have quite a few down here in North Florida, although the recent drought has limited the flowering.
Also, a lovely remembrance of your friend. I think that, as we get older, friends leave us more often than arrive. You’re lucky to have continued to make friends.
Hope you continue to share your adventures.
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Hi there, Richard. I didn’t think about the importance of friendships when I was younger. I think that schools/colleges should emphasize the importance to their students. Making and having friends is a key to life.
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First of all, I don’t know why it hadn’t dawned on me that you’re nearly 80, Neil. That’s a big deal!
Also, I’d like to think that Jeff is still walking with you sometimes. I don’t know why. It just warms my heart to visualize that.
Lastly, I’m so glad to see you believe in multigenerational friendships, as I do, too.
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Hi, Kathy. I appreciate your comments and observations. And I’ll add that I can barely get my head around my advanced age. It blows my mind!
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Gorgeous flower bushes.
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They definitely are winners.
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I’m so sorry to hear of your friend’s passing. It’s hard to meet people you really share so much with. Good friends are precious. I love the pictures of the azaleas. I have never seen them so big and beautiful. Mine are small but cute.
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I bet that the owners of that corner property give steroids to their azaleas!
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Jenkintown has beautiful azaleas!
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Absolutely. And it’s a terrific village, overall. Plus, my barber is in Jenkintown!
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Those azaleas are gorgeous! I don’t think we can grow them here as I am too far north. Sorry for the loss of your friend – it is a sad fact of being this age that we start to lose people. I agree it’s harder to make friends when you are older – I started going to a local book club hoping I would make some new friends as most of mine don’t live close enough to walk together or grab a coffee, but after a year I would say while some of the ladies are nice, it’s superficial at best. They don’t even linger to chat after. You can’t get to know someone well unless you spend some time with them, which is why it’s so easy to make friends when you are younger, at work or school or hobbies.
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Hi Joni. I think you have the right idea, though. Joining clubs, going to lectures, taking classes, etc. are some of the ways to potentially make new friends. I haven’t done any of those things in years, so I need to start!
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I love azaleas. Those are beautiful!
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Beautiful flowers.
I’m so sorry to hear of your friend’s passing. :(I hope, that where ever he is, he knows you’re writing about him and we’re all thinking of him.
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Hi, Eden. Many thanks for your kind words.
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The azaleas are dazzling, worth a visit and walk. This was a lovely tribute to your friend. I’m over 70 now and find it hard to make new friends as well. We have to treasure the ones we have, and remember the special ones we lost.
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Hi. Thanks a lot for adding your thoughts. “The Importance Of Making And Keeping Friends” should be a required course in schools.
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I’m so sorry about Jeff. You know, I met an older woman on a train once, and she told me that losing her best friend was the worst kick in the teeth she’d ever experienced. I almost lost my best friend a couple of years ago and I know what that woman meant. I would say that, as an introvert, I’ve always assumed that making new friends at my age would be almost impossible. But I’m finding lately that most people welcome a conversation, or maybe just a quick compliment. So even if we’re not always out there joining clubs, a kind remark to a passing stranger can sometimes unearth a treasure.
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Hi. Your suggestions and observations are wise. I need to do more to try and meet new people.
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Beautiful photos! And a very thoughtful post. I am sorry to hear about your friend’s passing. He sounded like a wonderful friend. It is hard to lose someone dear. I have always been an introvert; so, I don’t have a ton of friends. But I value the ones I have. I called an old friend yesterday who I hadn’t seen in a while, and I really enjoyed talking to her. I am sure that new friends are in the cards for you, and I hope for me as well.
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Here’s to both of us making new friends!
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Beautiful photos! I love Azaleas, they are so delicate and vibrant. How fun to have a close by town to hunt for flowers.
Your friend sounds like he was a great friend to have. Im older, too, and making friends does seem harder now. But I agree they are very important for us to have at all ages.
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Hi. Having a bunch of good friends is so important. The more we have, the better.
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Sorry about your friend. It’s always a blow, because indeed, one doesn’t make (many) new friends as age goes by.
But you have a lot on WP, don’t you? 😉
Spring. Living in mexico with no winter nor Spring, I realise that winter is a condition of Spring. Without (a hard) winter you don’t really enjoy Spring do you? Only been once in Philly, round November. Business. Froze my butt. So I can imagine your snowy winters. Montreal is probably colder than you, but when we went a couple years back in the summer, I was surprised at the zillions of flowers everywhere. As if people knew spring/summer is short, and compensate by decorating the city with flowers. Very nice.
Happy weekend.
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Hi. You’re absolutely correct —- spring where I live is a relief and a joy partly because of the cold, drab winter that precedes it.
See ya!
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