An apology to Mrs. Simon,or "Wow, look at all those azaleas!"

(Yes, I know that the picture is of daffodils, not azaleas. I took this picture this year at the Wye Mountain Daffodil Festival. I don't actually have an azalea picture at the moment. How unfortunate for you.)

When I was in high school, in addition to not practicing the trombone, I took a trip with the band to some high school band competition. The bus was too small to accomodate everyone, so I ended up riding in the car with the band director, Mr. Simon, and his wife. The trip was somewhere in the South, and it must have been in the spring. Mrs. Simon was very excited about all the azaleas which were in bloom, and how beautiful they were. She talked about it so much, in fact, that I became annoyed. I might have sort of kind of made fun of her azalea excitement to a few of my band-mates. Unfortunately, she found out about that, and jokingly apologized to me for her multiple azalea exclamations. Of course, then I felt bad.

But you know what? Mrs. Simon was right. Spring in Little Rock is freaking gorgeous! Little Rock is chock full of azaleas. And the redbuds, dogwoods, forsythia, phlox, tulips, and irises are blooming too. Not to mention all the flowering plants whose names I don't know. The pear tree blossoms (always the first things to bloom around here) and the daffodils have come and gone, but the city is still a riot of color right now.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Simon! You were right about those azaleas.