Driving north from Florida in April we always have an azalea feast, the spring in the Carolinas being of course much earlier than western New York's.
These were all colours from white, through pale and shocking pink to bright red.
And I'm ashamed to say I can't remember the name of the little town.
Though it was a feast for the eyes. Anyone recognise it?
This was actually a railway embankment.
No, it wasn't this place but the name was worth a photo.