Months after they bloomed themselves out, I am finally getting around to finishing up a colored pencil drawing of the azaleas around my little studio cottage in Mobile. The deep pink ones are Formosa. The other has an unusually large blossom with the merest suggestion of a pinkish blush — but I have no idea about its name.
Though it borders on blasphemy in Mobile (billed by the local Chamber of Commerce as “The Azalea City”) I really prefer the scrappy little native azalea to the profusely ruffled garden variety. It’s a treat to happen upon them in the woods, where their intense coral flowers create a botanical exclamation point in the green shade.