"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me....
I saw that the garden had obeyed the jungle law, even as the woods had done. The rhododendrons stood fifty feet high, twisted and entwined with bracken, and they had entered into alien marriage with a host of nameless shrubs, poor, bastard things that clung about their roots as though conscious of their spurious origin."
When I had read this, I never heard of Rhododendrons before - they don't grow well in Minnesota. I imagined them to look kinda like this:
With maybe a little bit of this thrown in:
Imagine my surprise when they turned out to look like this:
I love them now. I have some in my own garden. The COG's parents had a huge one growing by their drive, with the same red blossoms as the one in the picture.