Azaleas are almost a calling this far south. Houston has an azalea
trail every spring or almost spring through swanky gardens. And about
everyone who grows anything has some azaleas. They are so glorious in the
spring, but sometimes a late freeze will kill all the blooms. We had one
this year. I was out there covering up the hellebores I had just put into
the earth, and told later I needn't have bothered. But it was tent city
nonetheless, with bedspreads and sheets and a chair holding it all up.
The hostas had evidently gone to ground earlier, for there was nary a one
in sight when I took to urgent measures.
Our gardener cum lawn contractor used to have a plant nursery but now hires
out. I told him he could have what he wanted the first year while I was still
getting a feel for Conroe dirt and weather, but the next year was mine. And it
is. Therefore I am stomping about and putting in and taking out what
displeases and away we go.
It's odd that just a few miles make so much difference in soil and
conditions in general. But they do. I like here much better than
Houston and Lake Charles clay for dirt. No matter this piney woods dirt is
sandy and thin. You can work with it.