I'm getting worn down by spring. There's never enough time to do what you want, or even feel you must, do. I try to get to other collections before or after work but it doesn't happen enough. I woke up in the middle of the night, got to work way early, and did stop at the Morrison Garden this morning. It was beautiful, the whole collection is beautiful. I took a few pictures, walked back to the car, and found it locked with my keys laughing at me from the ignition. It was still early so I walked to the headhouse and rigged a jimmy that actually worked pretty well. There was a lot of room between the top of the window and the gasket around the door. All's well that ends well I always say. Well, I don't, but I was able to rescue myself from my own folly this morning.
The Azaleas seem to have responded to the last twelvemonth of weather much as the Magnolias and Cherries did; they're having a great spring. I'm only sorry it took me this long to get into the Collection.