“And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.”
Dora Read Goodale
From “Spring Scatters Far and Wide”
“All that I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother”
Abraham Lincoln
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Thanks for your comment.Come back soon. I just got back from Callaway Gardens.
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