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What says spring to you more than anything else? For me, it's when my azaleas bloom. I watch the buds as they grow bigger and bigger, and then one morning I wake up and there they are in all of their glory. My mother loved azaleas too which is probably where I learned to appreciate them. I've decided to take cuttings from her azaleas and root them so I can have beauty from plants that she planted with her own hands.
Here's a short excerpt from The Sentence where my hero talks about azaleas. Leave a comment and I'll enter you into a drawing for a copy of my latest novel Blue 52.
Clint parked his car in its old place behind the club. He remembered how much he had dreaded to leave six months ago.
Today, he looked at the place with new eyes and
didn't really like it much.
The back of the building looked plain compared to Cynthia’s
yard, but, of course, Bud didn’t have room for an azalea garden. He
had to have the space for parking. Clint sat there for five minutes
before he could bring himself to get out.
Night was fast approaching. The neon lights in the window
encouraged club patrons to come in and have a beer. At one time
he’d have loved to do just that. Now…now he wasn’t the same
man. The thought of all of that made him sick. The bar didn’t look
like home anymore. Home was a garage apartment with hardwood
floors and red accents. Home was a family who fed you vegetable
soup, dragged you to church, fussed over you, and helped you find
the gift that would last for all eternity.
The Sentence is available at Amazon and most other online retain outlets.