When you have a little red house, it's hard to grow all those bright magenta azaleas without searing someone's retinas. Thus, we stick to white ones. They grow amazingly well here -- I think it's the acidic soil. Anyway, we have plants that have grown to six or seven feet. It's fun to look at the sky from underneath. The plants almost become like a secret place from childhood. And we all could use a secret place once in awhile, couldn't we?
Just in case you were wondering, when we ripped up the carpet on the stairs, (see Triple Red Alert, below) we found some pretty gnarly looking wood. Luckily, Robin's husband, Ken, called a friend who happens to have a carpet business, and he installed a new carpet THE SAME DAY!!! Don't I have wonderful friends?!
Edited to add: I haven't met the girlfriend yet. She is coming this Saturday. I'm still cleaning...